e. e. cummings: may my heart always be open

go raibh mo chroíse oscailte i gcónaí d’éiníní ar rún na beatha iad pé rud a chanann siad is fearr é ná aon eolas agus mura gcloiseann an duine iad is seanóir é go n-imí m’aigne ag fálróid go fiosrach gan scáth agus úthach uirthi solúbtha agus ar an domhnach féin bíodh breall orm mar an duine a bhfuil an ceart aige ní ógánach é agus nár dhéana mé aon rud fónta ach grá níos dílse a thabhairt duitse níor rugadh fós an t-amadán nach bhféadfadh an spéir a tharraingt anuas air féin le miongháire beag amháin

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile