48. Aimirgin’s Invocation

I INVOKE the land of Ireland:

Much-coursed be the fertile sea,

Fertile be the fruit-strewn mountain,

Fruit-strewn be the showery wood,

Showery be the river of waterfalls,

Of waterfalls be the lake of deep pools,

Deep-pooled be the hill-top wall,

A well of tribes be the assembly,

An assembly of kings be Temair,

Temair be the hill of the tribes,

The tribes of the sons of Mil,

Of Mil of the ships, the barks!

Let the lofty bark be Ireland,

Lofty Irerland, darkly sung,

An incantation of great cunning:

The great cunning of the wives of Bres,

The wives of Bres, of Buaigne;

The great lady, Ireland,

Eremon hath conquered her,

I, Eber, have invoked for her.

I invoke the land of Ireland!