A bhandé bhán an oighir
Léigh an dán seo le Do bheola milse
Chun go leáfaidh Thú
Anois is choíche
Santaím do dhofheictheacht
Is deireadh le saint
White goddess of ice
Read this poem with Your sweet lips
So that You may melt
Now and forever
I long for Your invisibility
The end of all desire