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Duan Amhairghine Amerghin’s Challenge
Am gáeth tar na bhfarraige I am a wind across the sea
Am tuile os chinn maighe I am a flood across the plain
Am dord na daíthbhe I am the roar of the tides
Am damh seacht mbeann I am a stag of seven (pair) tines
Am drúchtín rotuí ó ngréin I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
Am an fráich torc I am the fierceness of boars*
Am seabhac a néad i n-aill I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skill)
Am ard filidheachta I am the most beautiful among flowers
Am álaine bhláithibh
I am the salmon of wisdom
Am an t-eo fis Who (but I) is both the tree
Cía an crann agus an theine ag tuitim faire and the lightning strikes it
Cía an dhíamhairina cloch neamh shnaidhite Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
Am an ríáin gach uile choirceoige I am the fire on every hill
Am an theine far gach uile chnoic I am the shield over every head
Am an scíath far gach uile chinn
I am the spear of battle
Am an sleagh catha I am the ninth wave of eternal return
Am nómá tonnag sírthintaghaív
Am úagh gach uile dhóich dhíamaíní I am the grave of every vain hope
Cía fios aige conara na gréine agus linn na éisce Who knows the path of the sun,
Cía tionól na rinn aige, ceangladh na farraige,
cor i n-eagar na harda, na haibhne, na túatha. the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples
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Am gáeth tar na bhfarraige I am a wind across the sea
Am tuile os chinn maighe I am a flood across the plain
Am dord na daíthbhe I am the roar of the tides
Am damh seacht mbeann I am a stag of seven (pair) tines
Am drúchtín rotuí ó ngréin I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
Am an fráich torc I am the fierceness of boars*
Am seabhac a néad i n-aill I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skill)
Am ard filidheachta I am the most beautiful among flowers
Am álaine bhláithibh
I am the salmon of wisdom
Am an t-eo fis Who (but I) is both the tree
Cía an crann agus an theine ag tuitim faire and the lightning strikes it
Cía an dhíamhairina cloch neamh shnaidhite Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
Am an ríáin gach uile choirceoige I am the fire on every hill
Am an theine far gach uile chnoic I am the shield over every head
Am an scíath far gach uile chinn
I am the spear of battle
Am an sleagh catha I am the ninth wave of eternal return
Am nómá tonnag sírthintaghaív
Am úagh gach uile dhóich dhíamaíní I am the grave of every vain hope
Cía fios aige conara na gréine agus linn na éisce Who knows the path of the sun,
Cía tionól na rinn aige, ceangladh na farraige,
cor i n-eagar na harda, na haibhne, na túatha. the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples
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