Breithiúnas. Dóiteáin. Anála
Varique was wise and ruled the moon
But loved the Earth in all her grace
He gave the Earth his manly boon
whence came a child with handsome face
Elina, chosen of the gods
And Dara, who was also there.
The king, himself with righteous quads
his daughter, with her golden hair.
He took Elina to his bed
(Of Dara we shall speak no more)
she would be raised and would be wed
The princess would become his whore
He wept for you, our shining light
He came to save you from your plight