I call to Lugh of the long arm, shining son
of bright-haired Ethne and Cian of ancient name,
child of compact, child of concord, child of clans
joined in might and in legend. Lugh of all skills,
master of all art and craft, ready with a sword
or with sweet speech, bearer of the far-famed yew,
many are the noble deeds, many the feats of strength
and spirit, many the perils faced, the battles fought,
the tales yet told of you, O Lugh. O clever one,
O cunning one, for any trouble you well know
the best solution, for any work you have
the talent, for any task you hold the tools