I invoke the land of Ireland
Much-coursed be the fertile sea
Fertile be the fruit-strewn mountain
Fruit-strewn be the showery wood
Showery be the river of waterfalls
Of waterfalls be the lake of deep pools
Deep-pooled be the hilltop well
A well of tribes be the assembly
An assembly of kings be Temair
Temair be a hill of the tribes
The tribes of the sons of M�l
Of M�l of the ships, the barks
Let the lofty bark be Ireland
Lofty Ireland, darkly sung
An incantation of great cunning
The great cunning of the wives of Bres
The wives of Bres, of Buaigne;
The great lady Ireland
Eremon hath conquered her
�r, Eber have invoked for her
I invoke the land of Ireland