~ Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn
Na vedui,
Mae g\'ovannen mellon ~
(A Star Shines On The Hour Of Our Meeting. At last, you are well met friend)
I am, by the remorse of my undertaking, dispirited by the love I am forsaking. Long have I known this heartache, through a world undone and fake. Do I dare question now; Where may the light I carry extinguish as it grows so cold upon a heart that has perceived and foretold? Though this I have long known, in the company of the compassion you have shown; Tis thou who does prevail, when the day\'s are cold and pale. How I am comforted so, by the words you tell. It is in your leniency that I may mend a heart that fell. What thou hast bestowed upon me is your everlasting light, when the crumbling wick beneath a frail flame has lost in all, it\'s weary sight. Ye who hath conveyed from me the masque of spite. And caressed me with the valor of might. Now, among my every stumble, I will reflect upon your succor of humble. So wherever the wind may throw thy weary flame, let it twine a single star, and cast a glow wherever you are.