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