Through oblivion I have been travelling for hundreds of years 

Hidden from your sight 

Passing your fates. 

Born by the night dark 

Into the deeps of blinding darkness 

I penetrate everything. 

I was a pool hidden in a thicket, 

A spring breeze and a winter windstorm, too. 

I guard worlds spun of dreams 

Beyond levels of double truths 

Under the signs of ogam. 

It is me who rides on the saddled time.