Ár réim saoil
Ag sú lí ón Ghrian
Ár n-anamacha ag loscadh go dian
An scracadh chun maireachtála
Ag dul ar an mórshlua


Fréamhacha atá ina thost
Ag lorg an tsolais
Greamaithe síos sa chré
I ngéibheann san talamh


Fréamhacha ina thost, ag greamú na cré
Foighneach
Stoc ag tosnú an tsuain geimhridh
Ag coimeád a neart
Géaga atá tar eis a samhlaíocht a thabhairt
Fuil croí ag moilliú trid a gcorp
’a bheith ullamh

Craobhacha ag briseadh as a chéile
Ag fulaingt leis an t-easnamh
Duilleoga ag titim, ag seargadh
Ag saothrú an bháis
Geimhreadh ag teacht, íontóir easaontais
An bheatha ag coinneáil a h-anáil istigh


An scracadh chun maireachtála
Ag sú lí ón ghrian
Ár n-anamacha i réim
Ár ndóchas faoi bhláth
Ár réim saoil


Ag ceiliúradh i measc na réaltaí
Ag tabhairt samhlaíochta
Ag damhsa leis na gealta

Our earthly course
Drinking colour from the Sun
Our spirits withering severely
The struggle for life
Going the way of all flesh


Roots that are silent
Seeking the light
Entangled in the clay
Imprisoned in the earth


Roots in silence, gripping the clay
Patient
Trunk begins the winter slumber
Conserving its strength
Limbs that have given forth their imagination
Life-blood slows along their length
In readiness

Branches shattering
Suffering from the lack
Leaves falling, withering
In the throes of death
Winter comes, cleanser of strife
All life holds its breath


The struggle for life
Drinking colour from the Sun
Our spirits flourish
Our hope in bloom
Our earthly course


Celebrating amongst the stars
Giving imagination
Dancing with the mad