Cúilionn

Cuilion

Da bfaic feasa an cúilionIs i siubhul an sna bóirthaibhDol belach na cul choillSa driucht le na bpoguibh

Mo bhrón sim o run iIs nil tnu ace le oigeIs go tug sib air muinteAr chuigibh na fodhla

Is lunrach sas pearlachAn mhaighdion chiuin tseimh íIs ro dheise len fheachaintNa sgeimh an ghréineirghe

Samhuil do dheairdreA mein is a breaghachtaMar soilse lae ag eirgheNo realt oidhnce marta.

Transcription by Edel Ni Churraoin.
Cuilion

If you seen the CuillionIf you walked the roadsGoing the way of the backwoodsAnd the magic of her kiss

My sadness that she is a secret/she is my desireShe has no expectation of youthThat you called it polite/well bredHere to you is Ireland.

She shines bright and is pearlyThe quiet, gentle, virginShe nicer to look at Than the beauty of dawn.

The equal of your DeirdreHer disposition and beautyLike the light of day awakeningOr a March night star.

Translation by Edel Churraoin.