From Jason Carns
ThГos cois na trГЎ domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oГche
An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, ‘s mise liom fГ©in
Na h-Г©anacha mara ag scairtigh go lГ©anmhar
CosГєil le h-anamnacha bochta i bpГ©in.
IomlГЎn gealaГ ‘s iomlГЎn rabharta
Aoibhneas ‘s ciГєineas, ‘s ГЎilleacht sa domhain
CrГіnГЎn na fairrige ag dul siar ar mo chluasa
Bog-cheol an uisce ag sileadh san abhainn.
Istigh ar na h-inseГЎin tГЎ sean-reilig bheannaithe
An ГЎit inar mhaireadh naoimh san aimsir fadГі
TГЎ daoine istigh ann ag chaith seal go h-aerach
NГ shiГєlfaidh siad thar fГЎn chladaigh nГos mГі.
Bhuail uaigneas m’intГnn ‘s mГ© ag amharc ar an reilig
‘S mГ© ag meadhradh ar dhaoine istigh ann ina luГ
Fir a’s mnГЎ Гіga, seandaoine ‘s pГЎistГ
Muintir mo mhuintir ‘s cairde mo chroГ.
TГЎ na coiligh ag glaoch ‘s na rГ©alta ag bГЎnГє
TГЎ an ghealach ina luГ ‘s nГ fada go lГЎ
SlГЎn agat anois a shean-reilig bheannaithe
‘S na daoine a shiГєlfadh liom sГos cois na trГЎ.
Translation
From Jason Carns
Down by the beach, in the deep of night
The big world is sleeping and I am alone
The sea-birds are calling sorrowfully
Like poor souls in pain
Total purity and total abundance (?)
Bliss and calmness and beauty in the world
The murmur of the sea going into my ears
The soft song of the water flowing in the river.
Above on the headland* there is a blessed old cemetery
The place in which saints lived in times long ago
There are people within spending a while carefree
The will not walk round on the shore any more.
Loneliness strikes my spirits as I look at the cemetery
And I’m thinking about the people in there sleeping
Men and young women, old people and children
People of my people and friends of my heart.
The cocks are crowing and the stars are fading
The moon is setting and it’s not long until day
Goodbye now blessed old cemetery
And to the people who walked with me down by the beach.
(Above…)* A rough translation. Couldn’t find the word «inseГЎin», but think it means something like this.
