Agus tagann na héin ghréine mar a tháinig fadó;
Tagann páistí aeracha gach lá, a thamarain
Ag rancás thart ort mar a dhein fadó;
Agus féach, gach uair sa lá
Le blianta anuas, mé ag feitheamh, a thamarain –
Ciúnas! Go dtí an deireadh atáim á rá;
Bhí sé sa chinniúint, a thamarain.
Tá an t-uabhar á chreimeadh, ar siad, a thamarain,
Is bhíodar gan trua, a thamarain;
Coinníonn tusa an rún anois, a thamarain.
Coinnigh é go nochtfar chuile rún,
Mar táimse anois ag dul chun suain, a thamarain,
Go gcloisfear an troimpéad ar fuaid na bhfuaid.
Joseph Furtado
The Secret
Every year you blossom, tamarind,And the sunbirds seek you as of old;
Every day gay children, tamarind,
Come to romp around you as of old;
And, lo, every hour of the day
All these years I’ve waited, tamarind –
Silence! silence to the last, I pray;
It was all so fated, tamarind.
Pride consumes him, said they, tamarind,
And no pity had they, tamarind;
You the secret keep now, tamarind,
Keep it till all secrets are made known,
For I go to sleep now, tamarind,
Till o’er all the trumpet’s blown.
