Bainne

A pháistín fionn
Ag gol go faíoch ar uair mharbh na hoíche,
Ná caoin

An bhó dhubh
Atá ceangailte den phionna
Sa bhóitheach dorcha

Is cinnte go dtálfaidh
Lán a hútha de bhainne
Nuair a bhreacfaidh an lá

Uair mharbh na hoíche
Ní go deo ná choíche í
Ná caoin
A pháistín fionn

Milk

Little child
Crying aloud in the dead of night,
Do not cry

The black cow
Tied to the peg
In the dark shed

Will surely yield
Udders-ful of milk
When the dawn breaks

The dead of night
Is not for ever and ever
Do not cry
Little child

Dán ón India le HS Shiva Prakash

(In Other Words, Poetrywala, 2014)