o, exalted daughter of dagda
passionate penetrating flame
arrow of seething fire
shot straight and true
and oh most salient
your brilliant burning heart
so remarkably intrepid at
encasing folly and fear
and hope and hearth
in precise syllables
your spirited voice enchanting
demanding and nearly as deft
as your ever healing touch
at texturing trembling
love’s finest adjuration
in the rising winds of winter
growling hungry harrowed
against these thin panes
i hear your keen lament
for murdered ruadan
but the earnest hush of solemn night
translating your crackling flames
is truth enough for we who remain
of how zealous love can be
and how enduring