With Imbolc fast approaching, I have a larger project I would greatly appreciate any assistance that this forum may be able to offer. I am so grateful to the swift response to my last request!

This is a piece that has been adapted from the Carmina Gadelica. I took it upon myself to add an additional three stanza's that bring this piece together in a legible augury to help determine when Spring might arrive!! In its original form, it is all in the Scots Gaelic, with additional translations provided by Angus Macleod. Ideally, I would love to have this translated into Gaeilge!
Akin to the more modern, and largely North American, "groundhog" tradition, this augury helps usher in the warmer season. The "Daughter of Ivor" or the serpent is believed to be an older variant on St. Brigit or the goddess Bríghid. If it is a bright day and she sees her shadow on Imbolc's morn, then she will be frightened back into her den, extending the length of winter!
There is another variant also that runs through this augury that pertains to the ancient hag goddess, the Cailleach! It is believed that she comes out of her den also on Imbolcs morn to collect firewood. If it is a bright day, she will be fruitful and collect a large amount of fire wood. She will then return to her hovel and keep her fires going long into spring, extending the length of the winter months. If it is grey and cloudy, then she will be cold and head home with little firewood. This means she will run out early, which will allow spring to arrive so much sooner!
We have been conducting this augury for some years now, and it has been surprisingly accurate!!!

I am including both the English and the Scots Gaelic below. It is a series of verses, that have a very repetitive nature to them, followed by a choice between the last two stanza's... Depending on the outcome of the augury, or the weather that is viewed on the morning of Imbolc. Any assistance translating this into the Irish would be so appreciated!!
ENGLISH: Dark are these months of the year
Even as the earth gives birth to the sun
The Cailleach [cal-ee-ach] summons Faoilleach [fool-ee-ach]
As she casts her faol [fowl] across the land
Early on Bride's morn
The serpent shall come from the hole,
I will not molest the serpent,
Nor will the serpent molest me
The Feast Day of the Brighid [breej],
The daughter of Ivor shall come from the knoll,
I will not touch the daughter of Ivor,
Nor shall she harm me.
On the Feast Day of Brighid [breej],
The head will come off the 'caiteanach,'
The daughter of Ivor will come from the knoll
With tuneful whistling.
The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day of Brighid [breej],
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground.
On the day of Bride of the white hills
The noble queen will come from the knoll,
I will not molest the noble queen,
Nor will the noble queen molest me
The Cailleach [cal-ee-ach] will gather her firewood
On the bright day of Brighid [breej]
Though there may be foul weather
Upon the surface of the land.
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Faol [fowl] is this day upon Imbolc [i-molc] morn!
White is the snow
The Cailleach [cal-ee-ach] remains in deep slumber
As the Daughter of Ivor sees no shadow
Rejoice!
As Spring shall soon awaken!
{Or}
Bright is this sun upon Imbolc [i-molc] morn!
Brown is the ground
The Cailleach [cal-ee-ach] is hard at her task
As the Daughter of Ivor sees her shadow
Lament!
As Spring continues its slumber!
SCOTTISH GAELIC: Is dorcha na mhí den bhliain
Fiú amháin mar a thugann an domhain breith ar an ghrian
Toghairm Cailleach Faoilleach
Mar Caitear sí faol ar fud an talamh
'Moch maduinn Bhride,
Thig an nimhir as an toll,
Cha bhoin mise ris an nimhir,
Cha bhoin an nimhir rium.'
La Feill na Bride,
Thig nighean Imhir as a chnoc
Cha bhean mise do nighean
’S cha dean i mo lochd.' [Imhir]
'La Fheill Bride brisgeanach
Thig an ceann de in chaiteanach,
Thig nighean Iomhair as an tom
Le fonn feadalaich.'
'Thig an nathair as an toll
La donn Bride,
Ged robh tri traighean dh’ an
Air leachd an lair.' [t-sneachd]
'La Bride nam brig ban
Thig an rigen ran a tom,
Cha bhoin mise ris an rigen ran,
’S cha bhoin an rigen ran rium.'
Trusaidh a' Chailleach a cuid chonnaidh
Air latha shoilleir Bhrighid
Ged a dh' fhaodas droch shìd' a bhith ann
Air uachdar na talmhainn
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Is rapach an latha seo air madainn Imbloc
Is geal an sneachd
Fuirichidh a' Chailleach 'na suain
'Nuair nach fhaic nighean Ìobhair sgàil
Dèan gàirdeachas!
Dùsgaidh an t-Earrach a dh' aithghearr!
{Or}
Is dealrach a' ghrian air madainn Imbolc!
Is donn an talamh
Tha a' Chailleach ri a h-obair gu cruaidh
Mar a chì nighean Ìobhair a sgàil
Dèan caoidh!
Mar a chumas an t-Earrach air a' cadail!