Géiseann Cuan (12ú hAois)

Crédhe Nic Chairbre

Géiseann cuan

Os binne rua Rinn Dá Bhárc

Bá laoch Locha Dá Chonn

‘S ea chaoineann tonn le trácht

Trua an faí

A dhéanann an smólach i nDroim Chaoin

Agus ní níos thrua an scol

A dhéanann an lon i Leitir Laí

Trua an gháir

A dhéanann tonn tráchta le trá

Ó bádh fear seada saor

Saoth lem Cael do dul na dáil

Trua an fhuaim

A dhéanann an tonn leis an trácht tuaidh

Ag ceangal um charraig chaoin

Ag caoineadh Chaeil ó chuaigh sé

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The harbour roars

Over the red peaks of Rinn Dá Bhárc

The drowning of the warrior of Loch Dá Chonn

That is what the wave on the strand laments

Pitiful the cry

That the thrush makes in Droim Chaoin

And a thing more pitiful is the wail

The blackbird makes in Leitir Laí

Pitiful the roar

The shore wave makes on the strand

Since the graceful, noble man was drowned

A suffering that my Cael when to encounter it

Pitiful the sound

The wave makes on the northward beach

Breaking against the smooth rock

Lamenting for Cael since he left