Aistriuchán ó Caoimhghín Ó Brolcháin.|
1. Cim a chuid fola ar gach rós.
Agus glór a shúile ins na réaltaí
Géallan a chorp í measc sneachtaí sioraí.
Titeann a chuid deora ó'n spéir.
Joseph Mary Plunkett|
1. I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
2. Cim a aghaidh í ngach bláth|
Níl í dtorneach agus í gceol na n-éan.
ach a ghlór snoite lena chumhacht
Is iad na carraige a chuid focla scriofa.
2. I see his face in every flower;|
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice—and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
3.Tá gach cosán Caithe ag a dhá cos.|
Bogann a chroi láidir an fharraige sior-bhualadh.
Tá a choróin dealg le gach dealg casta.
Agus a chros gach crann .
3. All pathways by his feet are worn,|
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
Courtesy of Jack & Vivian Hennessey, IrishPage.com, November 2008
For phonetics consult the pocket dictionary Fóclóir Póca or Fóclóir Scoile.
Cabhair ó Caoimhghín Ó Brolcháin.
Replay background music: Grace seq. by Frank Lennon, 1985