Comala. 
O Carun of the streams! 
why do I behold thy waters rolling in blood?
Has the noise of the battle been heard; 
and sleeps the king of Morven? 
Rise, moon, thou daughter of the sky! 
look from between thy clouds; 
rise, that I may behold the gleam of his steel 
on the field of his promise. 
Or rather let the meteor, 
that lights our fathers through the night, 
come with its red beam, 
to show me the way to my fallen hero. 
Who will defend me from sorrow? 
Who from the love of Hidallan? 
Long shall Comala look before she can behold Fingal 
in the midst of his host; 
bright as the coming forth of the morning 
in the cloud of an early shower.