Rough northern winds bite

And threatens to tear you apart

The darkest times are ending soon

Howling winter winds tormenting and icy

The days are getting longer now

You can smell the breath of increasing spring

Despite the cold and snow that remained

The sun is gradually gaining the leadership

Evening lights, shorter nights

Auspicious days, the world's changing

The time of hope after winter

Visions for the upcoming days

Brighid, goddess of the land

Patroness of poetry and bards

Inspire us in words and deeds

Heal us from winter wounds

For your honor, a sacrifice

The lamb's last breath shows the future

The time has come to sow desires

The time has come to watch them grow

New lambs are born on icy fields

An omen for the upcoming time

Grow in strength of a life giving fireball

We ignite a thousand candles

That illuminate the room in their shine

The constellation of the swan

Across the starry sky in spring

Brighid holds the staff of wisdom

The spiral of life at its end

Now the first lambs are born

Faces in the flames

Dancing in the haze

Till the land

With purifying fire

Fire of the spirit in her eyes

Her inner fire, a touch of the sun

Inspiration, seer and guide

Lead us through the new circle of life