I am the fishful sea
a Fruitful land!
An outburst of fish!
Fish under the wave,
In streams as of birds,
I am the rough Sea!
a white hail,
with hundreds of Salmon,
of broad Whales!
A harbor song-
I am an outburst of fish,
I am a fishful sea!
I seek the "land" of PaganMystics
Coursed be the the fruitful sea,
fruitful the ranked highland,
ranked the showery wood,
Showery the river of cataracs
Of cataracs the lake of pools.
Of pools, the hill of a well
Of a well the people of assemblies
of assemblies of the king of Teamhair
Teamhair the hill of peoples
Peoples of the PaganMystics
of the mystic ships of barks,
as the high ship of Eriu,
PaganMystics lofty and green.
An incantation we mystics make most cunning
As the great cunning of the wives of Breas,
Of Breas, of the wives of Buaigne,
The mighty lady "PaganMystics",
Eirmon harried her,
Ir, Ebor sought for her...
I seek the land of PaganMystics.