M'aithair 'smo Dhai, deam Thus' ardion
Mi fhein 's mo naoidhean beagan mhios
Gur gann an t-uisg', 's gur gann an siol,
Sinn creuchdach, acrach, brointe, piant'.

'Adhlaichte an-dingh mo luaidh
'S nach aithnich mise naigh seach naigh,
Measg mhiltean a Tigre tha e na shuain;
Coinhead Thusa, a Thighearna, oirnn le truas.

Sinn a'famachadh le feas na grein'
Nuair dh'eireas i an-aird sna speur;
Sinn ga ar meileachadh le fauchd
Meadlian oidche, 's ar sgeadachadh cho truagh.

An tig,a Thigearna, uisge trom
Bheir a-mach toradh bhon talamh lom?
Cum rium mo chreidamh anmad fhein -
Na canam 'an-do threig thu mi, mo Dhai?'

Cheus riaghaltas eile Criosd air crann
'S tha luchd-breng gar biathadh-sa gu teann;
Doirt a-muas do mhaitheas chaoimh, a Dhe,
Na leig an t-ole buileachadh guleir.

The Tigrean Woman's Prayer

O Lord, my God will you protect
me and my child of but a few months;
scarce is the water, scarce the grain,
We are hungry, bruised and pained with sores.

My beloved one was buried today
but I cannot tell one grave from the next
as his resting place is with thousands of others from Tigre
Look on us, Lord, with pity.

We faint in the intense heat of the sun
as it rises in the cloudless sky
and at midnight in our ragged attire
We are numbed with cold.

God, let the rain come soon
and let it bring forth crops from this arid land
Strengthen my faith in you, Lord
and let me not say that you have forsaken me - in my hour of need.

Other rulers (another government) crucified Christ on the cross
and we are fed poorly by a similar regime
pour down your healing kindness, God,
do not let evil conquer completely.