Am gaeth i m-muir Am tond trethan Am fuaim mara Am dam secht ndirend Am s?ig i n-aill Am d?r gr?ne Am cain lubai Am torc ar gail Am he i l-lind Am loch i m-maig Am br? a ndai Am g?i i fodb fras feochtu Am d? delbas do chind codnu Coiche nod gleith clochur sl?be Cia on co tagair aesa ?scai Cia du i l-laig fuiniud gr?ne Cia beir buar o thig tethrach Cia buar tethrach tibi Cia d?m, cia d? delbas faebru a ndind ailsiu C?inte im gai, cainte gaithe I am the wind on the sea I am the stormy wave I am the sound of the ocean I am the bull with seven horns I am the hawk on the cliff face I am the sun's tear I am the beautiful flower I am the boar on the rampage I am the salmon in the pool I am the lake on the plain I am the defiant word I am the spear charging into battle I am the god who put fire in your head Who made the trails through stone mountains Who knows the age of the moon Who knows where the setting sun rests Who took the cattle from the house of the warcrow Who pleases the warcrow's cattle What bull, what god created the mountain skyline The cutting word, the cold word