''Bean torrach, fa tuar broide,''
''do bhí i bpríosún pheannaide,''
''berar dho chead Dé na ndúl,''
''lé leanabh beag sa bhríosún.''
''Ar n-a bhreith do bhí an macámh''
''ag fás mar gach bhfochlocán,''
''dá fhiadhnaibh mar budh each dhún,''
''seal do bhliadhnaibh sa bhríosun.''
''An inghean d’fhagháil bhroise —''
''meanma an leinbh níor lughaide,''
''sí dhá réir gé dho bhaoi i mbroid,''
''mar mhnaoi gan phéin gan pheannaid''

A pregnant woman (sorrow’s sign)
once there was, in painful prison.
The God of Elements let her bear
in prison there a little child.
The little boy, when he was born,
grew up like any other child
(plain as we could see him there)
for a space of years, in prison.
That the woman was a prisoner
did not lower the baby’s spirits.
She minded him, though in prison,
like one without punishment or pain.