 | Cóivid -19 an inchinn á ní |
| an eol duit foinse gach galair? |  |
 | ciúnas aimsir na paindéime... frog ag grágaíl |
| i lár na paindéime fógraítear comhrialtas nua in Éirinn |  |
 | comhairle ón rialtas: nigh do lámha nigh do lámha |
| umhlaímis di! banríon darb ainm an eolaíocht |  |
 | comhairle on rialtas nua caith masc i gcónaí |
| fógra tábhachtach ón rialtas: tá gach rud ag dul i bhfeabhas |  |
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| a shearc, mo chuid laoithe duit is gaotha ar fán iad a chan Munir Niazi gaotha cumhra ar fud na cruinne is gan áit a n-éagtha acu | ||
| beloved, my songs for You are stray winds spoken of by Munir Niazi perfumed winds that roam the earth and nowhere to die |
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| Annette! a fhéileacáinín... chuir piléar stop le d’eitilt | Annette! little butterfly... stopped in your flight by a bullet | ||
| Annette! leptirić... zaustavljena u svom letu metkom Helena Peričić a thiontaigh go Cróitis | |||
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| arís inniu... nótaí duairce ón éanlaith nach bhfeictear | today again... sad notes from invisible birds | ||
| σήμερα πάλι... θλιμμένες νότες από αόρατα πουλιά Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise | |||
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| ní gá dúinn fanacht fill ar an ngairdín im' theannta tá port eile ag na héin ann teshuvah, a chanaid, fill cloiseann tú iad, cinnte, a shearc | ||
| we need not stay return with me to the garden birds there sing a different tune teshuvah! they sing, return beloved, surely You hear |
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| ar strae ionat atáim ná treoraigh ar ais mé cuir amú a thuilleadh mé a shearc, ionatsa go dtí nach féidir triall níos mó | ||
| I am lost in You do not show me the way back lead me further astray in You: until, beloved there is no where else to go |
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| Éire scriosta... fir thréana ag teastáil i gcríoch na Gainséise | ||
| Ireland in ruins... strong men required where the mighty Ganges flows |
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| conas an t-uaigneas seo a bhrath cén t-achar atá idir dhá réalta an ghile sin ionatsa sula sroicheann sé mo chroíse | ||
| how to measure this loneliness what is the distance between two stars the light within You before it reaches my heart |
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| eachtraí an ghrá mhíchinniúnaigh fós ar an ngaoth... leannáin scéalaíochta | ||
| a story of doomed love still heard on the wind... legendary lovers | ||
| μοιραία αγάπη ξακουστή στον άνεμο... θρυλικοί εραστές Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise |
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| rún Gandhiji ní éireofar as an agóidíocht... go deo | ||
| Gandhiji's secret... the protest never ends | ||
| το μυστικό του Γκάντι... διαμαρτυρία που δεν τελειώνει Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise |
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| nuair a chuala sí mo laoithe dhuitse chuir sí na cártaí i leataobh cad tá i ndán domsa, ar sise a shaineolaí an ghrá | ||
| when she heard my songs for You, beloved she put the cards aside tell me my fortune, she said you who have such knowledge of love |
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| borrtha le piorraí an crann borrtha le réaltaí an spéir borrtha le dánta an leathanach ní fhaca éinne an crann ná an spéir ná an leathanach |
| bursting with pears the tree bursting with stars the sky bursting with poems the page but none saw the tree or the sky or the page |
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| Grianghraf: Laura Jean Zito |
| labhras leis na duilleoga a labhair leis an abhainn a labhair leis an muir labhair an mhuir leis na réaltaí tá eolas faoinár ngrá anois ag cách |
| i whispered to the leaves they whispered to the river river spoke to the sea sea spoke to the stars now my love is known to all |
| το είπα στα φύλλα εκείνα στο ποτάμι στη θάλασσα αυτό στ' άστρα η θάλασσα, παντού τώρα γνωστή η αγάπη Leagan Gréigise: Sarah Thilykou |
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| ní raibh éinne romham in Córdoba, a thaisce an rabhas ródhéanach, róluath ní raibh éinne ag feitheamh liom in Córdoba...gealach fhuar | ||
| no one was there for me in Córdoba, beloved had i come too soon, too late no one waited for me in Córdoba...cold moon |
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| Ron Rosenstock |
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| Sabishisa wa Sono iro to shi mo Nakarikeri Maki tatsu yama no Aki no yūgure. | ||
| uaigneas - níl aon ainm ar a dhath Giúiseanna ag éirí ar an sliabh, clapsholas san fhómhar | ||
| Απομόνωση Το χρώμα ιδιαίτερο Δεν έχει όνομα. Πεύκα ψηλά στο βουνό Φθινόπωρο το βράδυ. Sarah Thilykou a chuir Gréigis air |
