Grian-Stad Geamhraidh: A' Ghrian

Fàilte ort féin, a ghrian nan tràth,

'S tu siubhail ard nan speur;

Do cheumaibh treun air sgéith nan ard,

'S tu màthair àigh nan reul. 

Thu laighe sìos an cuan na dìth

Gun dìobhail is gun sgàth,

Thu 'g éirigh suas air stuagh na sìth,

Mar rìoghain òg fo bhlàth.

A' Ghrian - Traditional Gaelic song to the sun, 
from the original Gàidhlig, as recited by Iain MacNìll of Barra,
at the turn of the century before last.

#317 in the Ortha nan Gàidheal. 

And in English:

The Sun

I welcome you, sun of the seasons,

As you travel the skies aloft;

Your steps are strong on the wing of the heavens,

You are the glorious mother of the stars.

You descend into the deadly sea

Without distress and without fear;

You rise up on the wave of peace,

Like a youthful Queen in bloom.

translation ©2009 kpn