faoi sholas an rós-tráthnóna
smaoiním ort
is ar gach atá cnuasaithe ag an lá
bhí cuma cheart ar an uile ní
á scuabadh anois ina bpeitil fáin
in the rose-red evening light
i think of You
all that has been garnered by the day
everything seemed so real and true
now like petals blown here and there
