Nuin/ ash
| chraoibh an t-saoghail ’s do fhriamhaichean san àirde tuath, tobar draoidheachd, tobar eòlais, tobar dàin thu, nach d’rinn laoidh de chòmhstri no rabhd de chleas, do bhuadhan àraid, gum b’fheàrr le nathair teine seach do thaigh, gun togar leigheas leis na h-eòlaichean ’o d’ chruth chraoibh an t-saoghail mar a phòs thu cuan is talamh, aìle ’s lasair, mar a rinn thu cromag, sleagh no ràmh, ’s có ’n draoidh a chunnaic thu mar sgiath, is mar a sheas thu, craobh ameasg nan craobh |
world tree, whose roots are in the north, druid well, well of knowledge, well of fate, you made no hymn from warfare nor doggerel from play your special qualities, that snakes should prefer fire to shelter in your leaves, that healing can be drawn by those who know from all you are world tree the way you married earth and ocean, air and flame, and how you made crook, spear or oar, and who’s the druid saw you as a wing, and how you stood a tree among the trees |
| poem by aonghas macneacail | |