Am gaeth i m-muir
Am tond trethan
Am fuaim mara

Am dam secht ndirend
Am séig i n-aill
Am dér gréne

Am cain lubai
Am torc ar gail
Am he i l-lind

Am loch i m-maig
Am brí a ndai
Am gái i fodb fras feochtu

Am dé delbas do chind codnu
Coiche nod gleith clochur slébe
Cia on co tagair aesa éscai

Cia du i l-laig fuiniud gréne
Cia beir buar o thig tethrach
Cia buar tethrach tibi

Cia dám, cia dé delbas faebru a ndind ailsiu
Cáinte im gai, cainte gaithe


I am the wind on the sea
I am the stormy wave
I am the sound of the ocean

I am the bull with seven horns
I am the hawk on the cliff face
I am the sun's tear

I am the beautiful flower
I am the boar on the rampage
I am the salmon in the pool

I am the lake on the plain
I am the defiant word
I am the spear charging into battle

I am the god who put fire in your head
Who made the trails through stone mountains
Who knows the age of the moon

Who knows where the setting sun rests
Who took the cattle from the house of the warcrow
Who pleases the warcrow's cattle

What bull, what god created the mountain skyline
The cutting word, the cold word