ANSEO...CHÓNAĺ ONMAR!
Thuas sna sléibhte
thios sa ghleann
i measc na gcrann
na duilleoga ar na crainn
amuigh ar an loch
níl a fhios agam ach...
aisteach ciúin millteanach
agus ar ngrá
éan
thuas
sa spéir.
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HERE WE DWELL
Up in the mountains
down in the glen
in the forest
the leaves on the trees
out on the lake
I don’t know but...
a wonderful strange silence
and our love
...bird high in the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has a very soft, gentle sound...almost an Oriental flavor...like an Irish rain... or a blessing? Thanks for this one.