Cosa na Lobhar á bPógadh ag Meher Baba
Dusta na mbóithre ar a gcosa míchumtha
agus Meher Baba á bpógadh arís is arís eile
barróg á tabhairt aige dá n-anamacha áille
cumhracht Dé á leathadh ar fud na bhfud
níos milse ná seasmain
An tAon Réaltacht: crann É -
sú, fréamhacha, géaga
dírithe gach áit
grian, gaoth ag damhsa i measc na nduilleog
lobhar lonrach ag glacadh scíthe faoina scáth.
Meher Baba Kisses the Feet of Lepers
Dust of the roads on their misshapen feet
kissed over and over again by Meher Baba
embracing their beautiful souls
God’s fragrance spreading far and near
sweeter than jasmine
The One Reality that is the tree, He
the sap, roots, branches
pointing everywhere
sun and wind dancing among the leaves
shimmering leper resting in its shade.
Stour o the causeys on thayr misshauchelt feet
preed ower'n ower agane bi Meher Baba
oxterin thayr bonnie sowls
The Almichtie's fume spreidin aw airts
doucer nor jasmine
The yin reality thit's the tree, He
the sap, ruits, brainches
pyntin awgates
sin an wund dauncin amang the leaves
skimmerin leper ristin in'ts shed
