- O warriors, come hither,
O men of Dal Araidhe,
you will find in the tree in which he is
the man whom you seek.
- God has vouchsafed me here
life very bare, very narrow,
without music and without restful sleep,
without womenfolk, without a woman-tryst.
- Here at Ros Bearaigh am I,
Ronan has put me under disgrace,
God has severed me from my form,
know me no more, O warriors.