Philibín ó Súilleabháin Beara
A bright flower of renown
In Spain sits to take it down,
Each lake, each bird that flies,
soaring to its heart’s delight.
Each wood, each glen,
Éin fláith, the world of men.
A flame, a lighting fire is set
A sleek salmon into a net,
A man who in knowing abounds
Itemising fish and fowl
Philibín ó Suilleabháin Beara ag chuir Éireann in úil
Tine á lasadh sa dorchadas dúinn
Cuile coill á thrácht níl Calafort ní traonadh faoi rún
Tine á lasadh sa dorchadas dúinn
Each stream that gently flows
As into a roaring river goes
Each flower that has a seed
Each glade, each leafed tree
The Earl’s have gone across the sea
What is to be, will be
A dying swan sings her song
And in doing so, lives on.
Philibín ó Suilleabháin Beara ag chuir Éireann in úil
Tine á lasadh sa dorachadas dúinn
Cuile coill á thrácht níl Calafort ní traonadh faoi rún
Tine á lasadh sa dorchadas dúinn.