Gháir tú nuair a bhánaigh na tonnta glasa
Ar charraigeacha i bhfad uait, á rá, “Scaoilfead
Saor mo chuid ribíní chun go gcloisfinn
Toirneach bhog na gaoithe im’ chuid gruaige.”
“Níl sa ghaoth ach bláthfhleasc an tsáile.
An fhuil ag cuisliú ionam – cuthach
Na n-aoiseanna – a chloiseann tú is ní an ghaoth
Mar thoirneach bhog i do chuid gruaige."
Baile Átha Cliath, 1966
Hubert Ribeiro Santana (de bhunadh Goa)
On Howth Head
Laughing to see the green waves pale
On far rocks, you said, “I will pull
Loose my ribbons, that I may hear
The wind’s soft thunder in my hair.”
“The wind is but the water’s wreath.
It is my beating blood – the wrath
Of ages – and not the wind you hear
Makes that soft thunder in your hair.”
