LE BREIS IS MÍLE BLIAIN

Mo ghrá Thú!

Gach soicind.

Nuair a chorraíonn an ghaoth an féar

Lingim Chugat ionam

Id bharróg dhorcha soilsím

Is mé Aimhirghin—cé eile?—

Mholas T’ainm thar chách

FOR MORE THAN A THOUSAND YEARS

I love You!

Every second

When wind rustles the grass—

Now and tomorrow –

I leap to You in me

In your dark embrace I shine

I am Amergin—who else—

I have praised Your name over all.