Conair an Scamaill Bháin
Do chonairse
thar ilchríocha
thar easa
thar riasca
thar chathracha
thar shléibhte
thar aibhneacha
thar aillte
thar mhóinéir
thar fhothraigh
thar choillte
is thar lochanna
ina bhfaigheann
Tú spléachadh
ort féin
The Way of the White Cloud
Is Your way
Over continents
Over waterfalls
Over marshes
Over cities
Over mountains
Over cliffs
Over meadows
Over ruins
Over woods
And over lakes
In which You
catch a glimpse of
Yourself