An Flós
Sa bhflós seo tá an uile ní . . .
Aimsirí, séasúir, cailliúintí, torthaí uile an léin,
Leochaileacht na scéimhe, bua lom an bháis,
Stoite ar an slí ar ball.
Sa bhflós seo tá an uile ní, cogadh na beatha is an bháis,
Nádúr agus cuspóir Dé breactha síos,
Fórsa an ghrá, cumhacht an chreidimh á cruthú,
É go léir anseo gan fhios dúinn.
Aimsirí, séasúir, cailliúintí, torthaí uile an léin,
Leochaileacht na scéimhe, bua lom an bháis,
Stoite ar an slí ar ball.
Sa bhflós seo tá an uile ní, cogadh na beatha is an bháis,
Nádúr agus cuspóir Dé breactha síos,
Fórsa an ghrá, cumhacht an chreidimh á cruthú,
É go léir anseo gan fhios dúinn.
The Flower
All's in this flower ....
Times, seasons, losses, all the fruits of woe,
Beauty's fragility, and death's bare gain,
Pluck'd in passing by, five minutes ago.
All's in this flower, the war of life and death,
God's character and purpose written down,
The force of love, the proof and power of faith
All's here, and all unknown.
Times, seasons, losses, all the fruits of woe,
Beauty's fragility, and death's bare gain,
Pluck'd in passing by, five minutes ago.
All's in this flower, the war of life and death,
God's character and purpose written down,
The force of love, the proof and power of faith
All's here, and all unknown.
