Le coinnle na n-aingeal tá an spéir amuigh breactha,
Tá fiacail an tseaca sa ghaoith ón gcnoc,
Adaigh an tine is téir chun na leapan,
Luífidh Mac Dé ins an tigh seo anocht.

This is a literal translation of the Irish words of the poem. I make no attempt to recreate in English the beauty of the original.

With the candles of the angels the sky outside is speckled
The tooth of frost is in the wind from the hill
Light the fire and go to bed
The son of God will lie in this house tonight