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
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.