Is binn uiseasg ‘sa chamhanaich,ach ‘s binne coileach ‘sa mheadhon-oidche
Sweetly the lark greets the dawn Singing in the sunrise Securely taking her rightful place in the world But sweeter is the cock crowing at midnight Fierce, contentious, arrogant, Infringing on the swirling eddy of darkness, Driving away the ghosts.