Céad Slán Leis an Oíche Aréir
Cén áit ab ea é sin
an áit úd aréir,
bhí cách ag rince
ina ngealta grá san áit úd aréir.
Ba chufróga iad, sióga rósleicneacha,
áilleacht thar na bearta ar fad
san áit úd aréir
Thug sí cluas do m'iomaitheoirí
ba ghrástúil í, bhí eagla ormsa mo bhéal
a oscailt, ba dheacair
siolla a rá san áit úd aréir.
A Khusrow, bhí Dia féin i lár na cuilithe
agus Mahamad mar lóchrann grásta
ag an gcéilí mire úd
áit éigin aréir!
Amir Khusrow Dehlavi (1253 -1325)
Last Night
Where was that place?
Where were we last night?
The whole company dancing
out of their minds with love
Cypresses they were, forest nymphs,
cheeks of roses, exquisite,
last night (wherever it was)
She listened to all my rivals
a paragon of grace, I was afraid
to open my mouth
last night, struck dumb I was
Khusrow, God Himself graced that company
and Muhammad was a torch of Grace
at that mad joyous céilí
that happened somewhere last night
