TĂ¡ mĂ mo shuĂ Ăł d'Ă irigh'n ghealach arĂ ir Ag cur tein-e sĂos-go buan is Ă¡ fadĂł go gĂ ar TĂ¡ bunadh a' tĂ 'na luĂ is tĂ¡ mise liom fĂ in TĂ¡ na coiligh ag glaoch 'san saol 'na gcodladh ach mĂ I am sitting up since the moon arose last night Putting down a fire again and again and keeping it lit The family is in bed and here am I by myself, The cocks are crowing and the country is asleep but me.
'Sheacht mh'anam dĂ ag do bhĂ al do mhala is do ghrua Do shĂșil ghorm ghlĂ -gheal fĂ¡r thrĂ ig mĂ sionnach na lĂșb Le cumha do dhiaidh nĂ lĂ ir dom an bealach a shiĂșil Is a charaid mo chlĂ ibh tĂ¡ na slĂ ibhte 'dul idir mĂ 's tĂș I love your mouth, your eyebrows and your cheeks Your bright blue eyes for whose sake I stopped hunting the wily fox In longing for you I cannot see to walk the road Friend of my bosom, the mountains lie between me and you.
Deiridh lucht lĂ inn gur claoite an galar an grĂ¡ Char admhaigh mĂ Ă is Ă 'ndiaidh mo chroĂ istigh a chrĂ¡ Aicid rĂł-ghĂ ar, faraor nĂ¡r sheachain mĂ Ă Is go gcuireann sĂ arraing is cĂ ad go gĂ ar trĂ cheart-lĂ¡r mo chroĂ Learned men say that love is a fatal sickness I never admitted it until now that my heart is broken: It's a very painful illness, alas, I have not avoided it, And it sends a hundred arrows through the core of my heart.
Casadh bean-tsĂ dom thĂos ag Lios BhĂ al an Átha D'fhiafraigh mĂ di an scaoilfeadh glas ar bith grĂ¡ Is Ă dĂșirt sĂ gos Ăseal i mbriathra soineannta sĂ¡imh An grĂ¡ a thĂ id fĂ¡n chroĂ nĂ scaoiltear as Ă go brĂ¡th
I met a fairy woman at the Rath of Beal an Atha I asked her would any key unlock the love in my heart And she said in soft simple language When love enters the heart it will never be driven from it .
