Hazal

Homeland, Wonderful Homeland

Look, the birds are flying home,

Like mighty dragons above the sky,

The dark blue river`s whooshing foam,

Wonderful homeland, aye!

Try to see it, saighdúir?

Hear, soft sonority is flattering ears,

Out of chirping birds’ beaks

Far away from traitor- fears

Reaching the tree`s highest peaks.

Try to hear it, saighdúir?

Feel, the gentle breeze`s frostiness,

Refreshing life’s ember

Surrounding all bodies like a dress,

Every single nature`s member

Try to feel it, saighdúir?

You have not seen world`s beauty yet

But chose the gruesome grave instead,

Taking my home, my child, my breath,

Sir, you gave yourself your death.

Sile Ó Loingsigh