English (machine translation)
Cianach stormy I slept last night,
and my mind was a sad day spéarthaí morning,
load fatigue and illness in the middle of my heart,
'S, King of the universe, not bad as I left.
West also wave and shine dying day,
Yes I saw the maid were standing in the mouth of the beach,
A before it is neck was brighter than snow on turf,
And caoinroisc bharrúil that drove my senses forever.
The moon was successful and the life she led astray 'un asleep,
and her light sprinkle as the harbor robe mountains,
murmur of the waterfall that Opportunity or pipe voice,
and the tumulus of the wave that sweeter than music from her.
It escaped my illness ghéarghoin graciously dream,
came the dark clouds that hid my love my heart,
In the solitude of the valley, where I loved, has bounced
And sad to gholaim when I hear the cuckoo on branch.
Ornamental virgin and, after a spell in visiting me,
Make my bed with scratha and cold ground where,
sting me to sleep with your mouth sweet voice,
In the Shadow of the Glen, the place where we meet.
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