Flidais of the tangled wood, mistress of stag and doe
and all free creatures; Flidais of the flowing hair,
lovely one, changing one, bride of kings and mother
of champions, yours is the fair white cow that fed
the army of Connacht, yours the swift and sturdy
chariot drawn by wild-born deer, your firm hand guiding
the skittish beasts with godly skill and certainty.
Mighty is your will that brings to rein the headstrong
and the mad, mighty your passion that sated
the lusty king of old Ulster. Flidais,
fierce one, gentle one, who follows no master,
who bears no constraint, I pray for your favor.