My heart searched for your fragrance
Sarmad (? - 1659)Leagan Béarla Isaac A. Ezekiel
My heart searched for your fragrance
in the breeze moving at dawn,
my eyes searched for the flower of your face
in the garden of creation.
Neither could lead me to your abode --
contemplation alone showed me the way.
in the breeze moving at dawn,
my eyes searched for the flower of your face
in the garden of creation.
Neither could lead me to your abode --
contemplation alone showed me the way.
Chuardaigh Mo Chroí Do Chumhracht
Chuardaigh mo chroí do chumhrachti leoithne a ghluais sa chamhaoir,
chuardaigh mo shúile bláth do ghnúise
i ngairdín na cruinne.
Ní thabharfadh ceachtar acu chun d’áitribh mé –
an rinnfheitheamh amháin a nocht an chonair dom
