2015-02-02

A Rós, tinn ataoi!

File : William Blake
Cumadóir: Benjamin Britten
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
A Rós, tinn ataoi!
An phéist nach léir don tsúil
Ag eitilt istoich’
Is an stoirm ag liú

I do leaba atá
De dhearg-lúcháir
Agus scriosfaidh sé thú
Le rún dubh a ghrá.