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The song has many versions, and the part discussed above is the chorus. Here's one version, with several verses, along with a translation. The last two verses are ones i found somewhere, but have never heard in a sung version. The expression gille mear doesn't really mean "shining star", but that is a common figurative translation used for it in the context of this song.
Seal do rabhas i m’ mhaighdean shéimh, ‘s anois i m’ bhaintreach chaite thréith, mo chéile ‘treabhadh na dtonn go tréan, de bharr na gcnoc ‘s in imigéin.
Bimse buan ar buairt gach lá, ag caoi go cruaidh ‘s ag tuar na ndeor, mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo, ‘s ní riomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.
Curfa ‘sé mo laoch, mo Ghille Mear, ‘sé mo Shaesar, Gille Mear; suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin, ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghille Mear.
Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóin, is níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó, ná maidin shamhraidh i ngleanntaibh ceoigh, ó d’imigh uaim an buachaill beo.
Seinntear stáir ar chláirsigh cheoil, is liontar táinte cárt ar bord, le intinn ard gan cháim gan cheo, chun saol is sláinte d’fháil don leon.
Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg, gas gan gruaim is suairce a snódh, glac is luaineach, luath i ngleo ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargaint treon.
Ghille mear 'sa seal faoi chumha, 's Éire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha; suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin, ó luaidh i gcéin mo Ghille Mear.
Once I was a fine maiden, but now I’m a widow of worn out character, my spouse plowing the high seas, over the mountains and far away
I’m in constant sorrow every day, lamenting deeply and shedding tears, for my fine boy is separated from me, and not a word of him reported, my sorrow.
Chorus He’s my hero my shining star, he’s my Caesar, shining star, neither rest nor happiness have I had, since my shining star went far away.
The cuckoo doesn’t sing joyfully at noon, and dogs don’t howl in chestnut woods, nor on summer mornings in foggy glens, since my fine boy departed from me
Sessions of music are played on harps, and many quarts are filled and served up, with high intentions, unblemished and clear, for the life and health of the lion.
Noble, proud young horseman, youth without gloom, his countenance pleasant, a swift-moving fist, nimble in a fight, slaying the hosts and smiting the strong.
Gallant darling for a while under sorrow, and Ireland completely under black cloaks; neither rest nor happiness have I had since my gallant darling went far away.
_________________ I'm not a native (or entirely fluent) speaker, so be sure to wait for confirmations/corrections, especially for tattoos.
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