Shinohara Ontei

os cionn na sailchuach…
leoithne bhog
ag gabháil thar bráid

Franz von Stuck

Franz von Stuck
seachain! d'iompódh a shúile an croí ina luaithreach - cosantóir parthais	beware! his gaze can turn the heart to ashes - guardian of paradise
leuk oot! yon gove'll turn the hert tae aise - gairdian o paradise Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald	気をつけて！ 彼のまなざし心を灰にするの 楽園の衛視 Leagan Seapáinise: mariko sumikura

Graifítí an Lae - Masanobu Fukuoka

An tslí a maireann ainmhithe sna trópaicí, ag dul amach ar maidin agus um thráthnóna féachaint an bhfuil greim le hithe ann, agus siesta fada a ghlacadh san iarnóin, caithfidh gur breá ar fad an saol é. D'fhéadfadh saol simplí mar sin a bheith ag daoine dá n-oibreoidis díreach chun riachtanais laethúla a sholáthar.

Masanobu Fukuoka 

Míorúilt

Míorúilt

Ba mhór an mhíorúilt í.
Bhís le clos go soiléir
Im choiscéimeanna
Bhís le feiscint
I m'anáil

Gabriel Rosenstock

ΘΑΥΜΑ

'Ηταν ένα μεγάλο θαύμα
Ακούστηκες καθαρά
στα βήματά μου
'Ησουν ορατός
στην αναπνοή μου

Leagan Gréigise le Sarah Thilykou

THÁINIG AN GHRIAN

Tháinig an ghrian ar an Satharn chugainn
Thuas sa spéir 'bhí gorm-ghlé
Tháinig an ghrian, chuir a hanáil fúinn
Níor thuigeamar deas thar chlé
Tháinig an ghrian le haighthe is daoine
Is ní rabhadar mór le rá
Na daoine sin uilig, na háiteanna, is cuimhin liom
Bhíodar rómhaith ar shlí dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Tiocfaidh an ghrian, ní thiocfaidh inniu mo léan.

Smaoinigh ar scéalta le réasún is ciall
'Thimpeallaíonn do cheann
Is smaoinigh ar dhaoine, ina séasúr 's a dtriall
Ag filleadh 's ag filleadh, níor staon
ó níor staon
ó níor staon
ach d'imigh an ghrian agus tháinig an braon

SATURDAY SUN

Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do

Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remembered those people and places
They were really too good in their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today
Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain

And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
but Saturday sun has turned to Sunday's rain


  
  

NÁ SPÉARTHA THUAIDH

Níor bhraitheas riamh gintlíocht mhire mar seo
Ní fhaca an ré, ná an sáile ná a bhrí
Níor bhraitheas riamh aon mhothú im' dhearna ná im' lámh
Ná leoithní a bhrath ansin thuas i mbarr crainn
Ach taoise ann
Soilsigh na spéartha thuaidh

Ag fanacht atáimse le fada
Séidte atáim ag an stoirm
Is fada an lá mé ar seachrán
Trí na daoine a casadh orm
Ó, dá bhféadfá is d'fhéadfá -
Dírigh m'aigne nua.

An mbeadh grá agat dom 's mé saibhir
Nó do m'éirim thabharfá grá?
An mbeadh grá agat dom sa gheimhreadh
An mbeadh grá agat dom go bás
Ó, dá bhféadfá is d'fhéadfá -
Tar, séid do throimpéad fuar

Níor bhraitheas riamh gintlíocht mhire mar seo
Ní fhaca an ré, ná an sáile ná a bhrí
Níor bhraitheas riamh aon mhothú im' dhearna ná im' lámh
Ná leoithní a bhrath ansin thuas i mbarr crainn
Ach taoise ann
Soilsigh na spéartha thuaidh

NORTHERN SKY

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

  
  
  

EITLÍONN JEREMY

Eitlíonn Jeremy
Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.

Tamall ó Londain
Jacomo saor
Iompraíonn a bhuairt
An mhuir 'na caor
Sa tóir ar a bheatha
Sa tóir ar an bhfód
Sa tóir ar an eachtra
Nár insíodh fós

Tamall ó chomhrá
Gan éinne 'r fáil,
Níor mhaith leo a bheith
'Na n-aonaráin
Tamall ag teastáil
Chun éalú ar fad
Tamall lán iontais
Is tamall i ngad

Eitlíonn Jeremy
Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.

THREE HOURS

Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave

Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known

Three hours from speaking
Everyone's flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own

Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave