A MHUIRE NA NGRÁS

A Mhuire na ngrás

A Mháthair Mhic Dé,

Go gcuire tú

Ar mo leas mé.
Go sábhála tú mé

Ar gach uile olc;

Go sábhála tú mé

Idir anam is chorp.
Go sábhála tú mé

Ar muir is ar tír;

Go sábhála tú mé

Ar leac na bpian.
Garda na n-aingeal

Os mo chionn,

Dia romham

Agus Dia liom.
I

O Mary of Graces and mother of God,

May I tread in the paths that the righteous have trod,

And mayest thou save me from evil’s control,

And mayest thou save me in body and soul.

II 

And mayest thou save me by land and by sea,

And mayest thou save me from tortures to be,

May the guard of the angels around me abide,

May God be before me and God at my side.

III

O Mary of Graces, oh answer my plea

Under crosses in trials, to thee do I flee

O teach me Sweet Mother to follow His Will

To journey with courage up Calvery’s Hill

IV

O Mary my Mother and Mother of all

Be my guide and Protectress that I may not fall

And mayest Thou lead me to Heaven above

With Saints and Angels I’ll share in Thy Love

V

May a smile of thy mercy from heaven come down,

When my heart would leave thee and cleave to the ground,

And when this poor body returns to its sod,

May thy loving arms bear my soul to its God.