An Ataireachd Àrd

An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd àrd
Tha torann a chuain mar chualas leamsa 'nam phaisd,
Gun mhuthadh gun truas, a' sluaisreadh gainneamh na tràgh's
An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd àrd

Ach siubjlaidh mi uat, cha ghluais mi tuilleadh 'nad dhàil
Tha m'aois is mo shnuadh toirt luaidh air giorrad mo latha
'San àm dhomh bhith suaint' am fuachd 's an cadal a' bhàis
Mo leabaidh dean suas ri fuaim na h-ataireachd àird.

The High Swelling of the Sea (translation)

The everlasting swelling, hear the sound of the high swelling
The roar of the sea is as was heard by me as a child
Without change, without pity, shovelling the sand of the shore
The everlasting swelling, listen to the sound of the swelling

But I'll depart from you, I'll not move any more to meet you
My age and my appearance give an account of the  shortness of my day
At the time I am wrapped in the could slumber of death
My bed make up behind the sound of the sea.