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.