Éistígh liom-sa sealadh
go neosad díbh cé ‘r cailleadh.
gurb é Seán Ó Duibhir a’ Ghleanna
gan trácht ar a chéim.
Go bhfuil a choin ‘s a ghadhair ‘s a chapaill
go doimhin fé chré ‘s fé chartadh,
‘s nárbh fhios cár ghaibh an t-anam
‘bhí in áras a chléibh.
Gur cladhaire an bás a thagann
go ciúin, gan chaint ‘na theangan,
ar nós na taoide leathan
i gcuantaibh a scéithean.
Ach ó tá sé in am dúinn freagairt
bíodh garda Dé ‘n ár n-aice
a thógfaidh saor an t-anam
Go h-áras na Naomh.

Céad glóire leis an Athar
nár mhór le rá a ainm.
tá go cumhachtach ins na flaithis
le trácht ar an saol.
Do chúm ‘s do chlóidh na hAingil
go lonnrach, soillseach, lasmhar
gan smúit, gan cheó, gan pheaca,
gan teimheal mar an ngréin.


Do riaraigh spéir is scamaill
chuir solas ard sa ghealaigh
na réilthín chughainn a’ taithneamh
gach oíche ins an spéir.
Do líon gach abha ‘gus caise
le slaodaibh tiubha len’ fheartaibh
san mhór mhuir bhruchtach fhairsing
ó lán dá chuid éisc.

Céad glóire arís len’ ainm
go síorraí buan le seasamh
do thuill ‘s do fuair an ceannas
an chlú cheart ‘s an réim.
Do líon gach coill le crannaibh
go buacach, bláthmhar, daite
‘s na h-éin go binn ag cantainn
ar a ngéagaibh go léir.
Dá laighead le rá na beacha
do thug dóibh slí deas beatha,
gur chughaigh de údair ghasta
é d’ fhoghlaim ins an léann.
Nuair a bhíonn an ghrian ag taitneamh
Go gcnósaid a gcuid meala,
Mar stór i gcomhair a chaite
San Geimhreadh le céill.

This is from Muireann Ní Shé, & is clearly the Afrocelt Soundsystem song. Google translation:

Listen to me,
and those of you who have lost.
that it is Seán Ó Duibhir a’ Ghleanna
without mentioning his rank.
That his dogs and his hounds and his horses
are deeply buried and buried,
and it is not known where the soul
that was in his house has gone.
That death is a grave that comes
silently, without a word in its tongue,
like the broad tide
in the harbors of its shores.
But since it is time for us to respond
let the guard of God be near us
who will take the soul free
To the house of the Saints.

Glory be to the Father
whose name is not to be spoken.
there is power in the heavens
to mention life.
The Angels stood and danced
brilliantly, brightly, blazing
without smoke, without fog, without sin,
without a trace like the sun.

The sky and clouds were ruled
by a high light in the moon
and the stars came to enjoy
every night in the sky.
Every river and stream
was filled with thick streams with its virtues
in the great, vast, turbulent sea
from its many fish.

A hundred glory again with its name
forever lasting to stand
has earned and the command
has received the right reputation in the realm.
Every forest was filled with trees
flourishing, blooming, colorful
and the birds sweetly singing
on all their branches.
To say the least, the bees
gave them a good way of life,
that some quick authors
sought to learn it in the study.
When the sun shines
That they gather their honey,
As a store for their use
In the winter with sense.