Donn, first-born of the seven sons of Mil,
your father’s father deep-rooted in the world,
Donn of the contrary tales, of the unwise words
to which peerless Eriu brought her wrath in answer;
as your brothers set their feet on the fair green isle,
you sunk into the sea. Upon the stony shore
you stand, on the isle of Tech Duinn; within the walls
of your great hall you make welcome those souls
who await their life’s last journey, their passage
to the blessed isles to join their long-gone kin.
Kind one, bold one whose blood yet runs in the veins of men,
O Donn of the fair folk, your children honor you.