I am up since the moon arose last night
Putting down a fire again and again and keeping it lit
The family is in bed and here I am alone
The cocks are crowing and the world is asleep but me

It is said that love is a fatal sickness
I never admitted it until now that my heart is broken
It's a very painful illness, alas, I have not avoided it
And it sends a hundred arrows through the core of my heart

I love your mouth, your eyebrows and your cheeks
Your bright blue eyes for whose sake I gave up contentment
In longing for you I cannot see to walk the road
Friend of my bosom, the mountain lie between me and you

I met a fairy woman in the hollow of Bèal an Àtha
I asked her would sny key unlock the love in my heart
And she said in soft, simple language
"When love enters the heart it will never be driven from it"