Στοίχοι: Alan Stivell. Una's Love.

Pity that I were not like the raven
That could fly to Una on the hill,
Or that I were a sunbeam shining on the eddying stream,
With my love everywhere I could be.

Na cheithre Una, na cheithre Aine, na cheithre Maire's na cheithre Nora,
Na cheithre mna ba cheithre breacha i gceire gcearda na Fodhla,
Na cheithre cairni a chuaidh 's na cheithre clara, na cheithre cla racha conra.
Ach na cheithre grain ar na cheithre mna nach dtug na cheithre gra go na
Cheithre poga,

Pity...

A Una Bhan nach granna an lui ta ort,
Do cheann le fana i mearc na milte corp.
Ach mora dcuga thu fair orm, a phlandoig bhi riamh gan locht
Ni dhiocfaidh mise 'd-aras go brath ach an oiche 'nocht.

Na kaer eo karout 'noc'h, muian karet
Una bhan, Anna ar wenn
Un de' e oamp,
Nemet ur galon
Un de' e oamp Love, just love

The four Unas, the four Annas, the four Mairies, the four Noras,
The four women finest by fourfold in the four quarters of Fodhla,
The four nails driven into the four coffin boards, the four oak coffins 0;
But my fourfold hate on the four women who gave not their,
Love with their kisses four.

Fair Una how ugly now is your bed,
Your head lying among hosts of the dead.
Unless you come to me, even as a ghost, O flower without blemish
Never again will I come to visit you after this night.

Il est si beau de t'aimer, aimee,
Belle Una, claire Anna,
Nous fumes un jour
Qu'un seul coeur,
Un jour nous ne fumes
Qu'Amour