I thought it [over] in my mind and followed it with certainty
That I'd leave my people behind for a new land,
I was imploring the High King above my head [in heaven]
To keep me (safe) from all disaster until I finished my journey
I walked twenty miles without meeting another Christian
horse, cow nor sheep grazing on the grass,
but [only] thick woods, glens and the roaring of wild beasts
men and women without strength, that you could wrap around your finger,
but I happened upon a house when I met with [some] people
They inquired as to my name and what land I was raised in,
I told them in English that I was raised in Ireland,
Besides Loch Eirne in Lios na Roach woods.
There was a old woman in the nook with stockings on her knees [knitting]
She arose joyfully and shook my hand,
"Upon my soul seven times, a man from my [own] country, of all people!
I myself was raised in Ireland in the town of Lios Beal Ainetha"
I had second thoughts and followed them with certainty
That I'd return again to Ireland to the place I'd be buried [lit, laid out on a table, for his wake]
For [there] I would find those who would mourn me and the young folk who are kind and pleasant
who would spend with me the night and a good part of the day.