The Shannon’s face-
Unwrinkled as ever
Like the new milk
We knew in a basin,
By Gleann Chorbraí;
The sun after rising
Prances and dances
On our uisce beatha.
Silver now its sheen
Between the low hills;
Its banks along define
The way it can be one
With its gigantic sea.
Notes:
(uisce beatha= ‘water of life’
Béal= ‘mouth’
Gleann Chorbraí=Glin.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write........wel done