Etain of whom great tales are told, most lovely of maids,
Etain the Horse Rider whose gentle hands
could guide the fiercest steed with ease, Etain whose grace
never failed despite grief and misfortune,
I honor you, O lady, I honor your strength.
Unfortunate bride of Midir, great of heart
and great of love, who fondly named you Woman Fair;
silver-winged goddess, who suffered the wrath
of wronged Fuamnach; bride again, unlucky again,
of noble Eochaid. Etain of many sorrows,
Etain of many dooms, Etain of lives lived
with good intent and ill fortune, I honor you.

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