File: James Joyce
Cumadóir: Bernard Rands |
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is, when going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the waters' Monotone. The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro. |
An lá ar fad is clos dom uiscí
’Olagón, Uaigneach mar éan mara ag eitilt Mo bhrón, Ag éisteacht le géarghuth na gaoithe Och ochón. An ghaoth ghlas, an ghaoth fhuar ag séideadh I mo threo. Is clos dom uiscí fuara is iad Ag imeacht leo. An lá ar fad, ar feadh na hoíche Is go deo. |
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