| Jankel Adler, No Man's Land, 1943 |
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nach nochtfá, a stór
as an gclapsholas síoraí
is m'ainm a rá
éiríonn sé gruama i d'éagmais
éagruthach agus gan bhrí
|
will You not appear
from the never-ending dusk
and whisper my name
without You the world grows dark
dark, amorphous, meaningless
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