Like a silkworm weaving
le Akka Mahadevi (12ú hAois)
Leagan Béarla: A. K. Ramanujan
Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow,
and dying
in her body's threads
winding tight, round
and round,
I burn
desiring what the heart desires.
Cut through, O lord,
my heart's greed,
and show me
your way out,
O lord white as jasmine.
-- from Speaking of Siva, by A K Ramanujan
Ar nós an tseiriceáin
Ar nós an tseiriceáin
is a teach á fhí aici
as a cuid smeara,
agus í ag éag
i snáitheanna a colainne
fáiscthe go teann, timpeall
is timpeall,
táim trí thine
ag mianta mo chroí istigh.
A thiarna,
gearr tríd an tsaint atá im chroíse,
léirigh do shlíse
amach,
a thiarna atá chomh geal le seasmain
