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DIA na gile, Dia na greine,
Dh’ orduich dhuinne Mac na meine.
Muire min gheal air a glun,
Criosda nigh nan dul ’n a h-uchd.
Is mise an cleireach stucanach,
Dol timcheall nan clach stacanach,
Is leir dhomh tulach, is leir dhomh traigh,
Is leir dhomh ainghlean air an t-snamh,
Is leir dhomh calpa cuimir, cruinn,
A tighinn air tir le cairdeas duinn. |
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GOD of the moon, God of the sun,
Who ordained to us the Son of mercy.
The fair Mary upon her knee,
Christ the King of life in her lap.
I am the cleric established,
Going round the founded stones,
I behold mansions, I behold shores,
I behold angels floating,
I behold the shapely rounded column
Coming landwards in friendship to us. |
