Grá
Is é is brí leis an ngrá ná foghlaim conas breathnú ort féin
Faoi mar a bhreathnófá ar nithe i bhfad uait
Mar níl ionatsa ach ní amháin i measc an iliomad nithe.
Agus an té a bhreathnaíonn amhlaidh leigheasfar a chroí,
Gan fhios dó féin, ar ghalair gan áireamh.
Labhróidh an t-éan agus an crann leis: A chara.
Beidh fonn ansin air é féin is an uile ní a úsáid
Chun go seasfaidh siad faoi loinnir na haibíochta.
Is cuma mura bhfuil a fhios aige cad air a bhfuil sé ag friotháil:
Ní gá go mbeadh tuiscint ghlan ag an bhfriothálaí fónta.
Love
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.
~ Czesław Miłosz ~(New & Collected Poems 1931-2001)
LUVE
Luve means learin tae leuk it yersel
The wey ye leuk it faurawa things
Fir ye'r only yin thingum amang monie.
An whaeivver seis yon wey heals's hert ,
wi'oot kennin it, frae sindry seiknesses.
Burd'n tree cry'm: Neebour
Syne he ettles tae yaise his sel an awthing
Sae they micht staun i the leam o ripeness.
It disnae maiter whither he kes whae he sers o no:
Whae sers brawest disnae ayewis unnerstaun.
