Chuamar’ na sios go inneall an chre / We went down to the engine of the earth
Chuamar’ na sios go imeall an bhri / We went down to the edge of meaning
Chuamar’ na sios go preamhancha an tsaoil / We went down to the roots of experience
D’oscail mo schull / My eyes were opened
D’ardaigh mo chroi / My heart was lifted
D’athuraigh an bhri / All sense was twisted
Is dfhagfadh me go buan/ And I was left forever wounded
Cuimhnim ar mo m’hathair / I think of my mother
Cuimhnim ar mo m’athair / I think of my father
Cuimhnim ar na deithe / I think of the gods
Cuimhnim ar mo m’hathair / I think of my mother
Cuimhnim ar mo m’athair / I think of my father
Cuimhnim ar mo cheile / I think of my woman
