Fáilte Don Éan - Anúna, Michael McGlynn, Lynn Hilary

Fáilte don éan is binne ar chraoibh

Labhras ar caoin na dtor le gréin;

Domsa is fada tuirse an tsaoil

Nach bhfeiceann í le teacht an fhéir

Cluinim, cé nach bhfeicim a gné

Seinnm an éan darb ainm cuach;

Amharc uirthi i mbarra géag

Mo thuirse ghéar nach mise fuair

Gach neach dá bhfeiceann cruth an éin

Amharc Éireann deas is tuaidh

Blátha na dtulca ar gach taoibh

Dóibh is aoibhinn bheith dá lua

Mo thuirse nach bhfuaireas bua ar m’amharc d’fháil

Go bhfeicim ar uaigneas uaisle an duilliúir ag fás!

Cuid de mo ghruaim — ní ghluaisim chun cruinnithe le cách

Ar amharc na gcuach ar bhruach na coille go sámh

Welcome to the sweetest bird on a tree

I speak of the cry of the bushes with the sun;

To me life's fatigue is long overdue

Do not see her with the coming of the grass

I hear, though I do not see its feature

I play the bird named cuckoo;

Look at her in a limb bar

My severe fatigue that I did not get

Everyone who sees the shape of the bird

Nice and north view of Ireland

The flowers of the tulca on each side

They love to mention it

My tiredness of not winning my sight

May I see the noble loneliness of the foliage grow!

Part of my gloom - I don't move to meetings with everyone

On the view of the curls on the edge of the wood peacefully