¶1] Art thou the woman who was here last night with me in a vision? uncertain about thee as I am, thou bright form, my mind is bewildered.
¶2] If thou be not she who came before, O slender figure, gentle and soft of hand, and dainty of step, thou art exactly similar.
¶3] Thy glowing cheek, thy blue eye—never were there formed from the four-fold element two more similar in form, O yellow, curly, plaited locks.
¶4] Thy white teeth, thy crimson lips which make sufficing lullaby, brown brows of the hue of the sloe, and all that lies between them.
¶5] Throat like the blossom of the lily, long, slender hands; supple, plump flesh, of the hue of the waves, dulling the whiteness of the river's foam.
¶6] Small, smooth, white breasts rising above a lovely, shining slope; gentle expanses, with borders most fair and delightful, they are to be likened to fairy knolls.
¶7] On the ends of thy luxuriant tresses are flocks not usual in winter, which have been bathed in pure gold; a most wondrous flock.
¶8] I am worthy of trust, thou art in no danger, tell me was it thou who came before to the land of Fál to trouble me, thou shining, white-toothed, modest-faced lady?
¶9] Or art thou she who came afore-time to visit the Round Table, thou head of smooth, fair, bright locks, to wondrous King Arthur?
¶10] Or art thou she who came to great Aodh, son of Úghoine, from the seductive streams of the fairy mound of Slievenamon to the mortal (?) plain of Ireland?
¶11] Or art thou she who came another time to the camp of Brian Bóroimhe, to bear Murrough across the Irish Sea, and eastwards across the surface of the ocean ?
¶12] Or art thou she who came from bright, fruitful Rathtrim to beguile the son of Deichtine, the valorous Hound of Culann?
¶13] Or art thou she that came afore-time, thou bright, angel-like form, to the land of battlesome Banbha, to Mathghamhain Ó Máille?
¶14] Or art thou she who came again to seduce the youths, in the days of Conaire, O bright cheek, to the chosen host of Teltown?
¶15] Or art thou she, thou staunch heart, who bore Bran, son of white-footed Feabhal, across the smooth surface of the sea, to the chosen Land of Promise?
¶16] There came, perhaps thou art of them, to the king of Connacht—a famous visit, beautiful women—a gathering of power, to the shores of noble Loch Derg.
¶17] Or didst thou beguile Connla the Red, from the host of Banbha of the cold, wet summits; O bright form, not unseemly of looks, though he was guarded by the sages of the people?
¶18] Or didst thou beguile myself before, thou shining form, since thou, O slender, fairy-like lady, art continually spoiling the men of Ireland?
¶19] All the more do I suspect that thou art the other woman I saw, because there is none save thee to equal her in beautiful, leafy Banbha.
¶20] There is not in the fairy mounds of the Boyne a woman of thy beauty save that woman, nor in the fair castles of Síodh na gCuan, thou gentle, white-formed, pleasing one.
¶21] Nor in the fairy mound of oared Assaroe, or in the castle of the Ioldánach's fosterfather, or in the smooth, warm-couched mound of Trim, or in the many-shaped castle of Eochall.
¶22] After her no woman shall we see in dream or in fantasy, until she comes to us again, returning in a vision.
¶23] Once or twice has my form been blighted by her soft face, it will happen a third time, the wondrous, shining beauty.