The night of the dragon star
Was born the Il-danach,
Of the Maiden of the hundred charms,
The Great Mother.
The Three eternal by her side,
Upon the hillside cold and steep.
Come and be gifted by the God
Of all Arts and Crafts.
The foam-white breastling beloved,
Welcome in every house in the world,
The wise and skillful Child riding forth,
All-talented.
Ye three faces of the Goddess,
Come ye, come ye forth,
To the Gift-bearer of mortals
Give ye salutation.
Kiss ye his lips,
Encircle ye his body
With the hair of your heads;
And O! thou Culture-giving God,
And ye, Maiden, Mother, Crone,
Be with us always.
