I am Ireland:
I am older than the Old Hag of Beare.
Great my glory:
I who bore Cúchulainn the valiant.
Great my shame:
My own children who sold their mother.
Great my pain:
My irreconcilable enemy who harasses me continually.
Great my sorrow:
The crowd in whom I placed my trust has expired.
I am Ireland:
I am lonelier than the Old Hag of Beare.
Oilibheir Alain Christie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-ireland/
