Anna Mgaloblishvili

ghabh m'anam chugat ní mar aon fhéileacán amháin ach mar chruinne lán d'fhéileacáin         d'fhilleadar a gcuid sciathán -         tar éis a n-eitilte - mar ghuí

my soul wandered to You not as one butterfly but as a universe of butterflies         all beating their wings in unison         and folding them in prayer

Tiljala

tá mo ghrása ag feitheamh liom in Tiljala sa doras ag canadh aithním an fonn         agus aithním na focail         is tá fhios aici siúd cé a chum

my love awaits me in Tiljala at the door singing I know that song         the melody and the words         and she knows who composed them

Margaret McCarthy

 

Gleann Kathmandu / The Kathmandu Valley

Ron Rosenstock
solas fós san áit a mbíodh an Búda ar fán . . . Gleann Kathmandu
	where Buddha roamed light still lingers . . . Kathmandu Valley

Martiros Saryan

sa tóir ar chiste is ar rúin 'bhí i dtaisce ag tochailt gan stad         d'aimsíos ciste ionam féin         atá níos gile ná ór

looking for treasure all the secrets of the past they dig and they dig         i've found a treasure within         beloved, richer than gold

Cúpla Haiku ón tSeapáin

 海亀のかへるころなる松の風　　　藺草慶子

umigame no kaeru koro naru matsu no kaze

am fillte

na dturtar mara

an ghaoth sa ghiúis

Keiko Igusa

雨粒を背負ひて蟻の立ちあがり　　杉山久子

amatsubu o seoite ari no tachiagari

 

braon báistí

ar a dhroim

seasann seangán suas

Hisako Sugiyama

夏山や雨音はわが魂鎮め　　藤田湘子

natsu-yama ya amaoto wa waga tama shizume

sliabh samhraidh

m'anam á shuaimhniú

ag fuaim na báistí

Shoshi Fujita (1926 -2005)

牛乳を猫と分け合ふ春の昼　　　馬場公江

gyûnyû o neko to wakeau haru no hiru

bainne á roinnt

le cat

tráthnóna earraigh

Kimie Baba

声立てぬ赤子の欠伸雁帰る　　　秋元不死男

koe tatenu akago no akubi kari kaeru

déanann linbhín méanfach

gan ghlór

eitlíonn na géanna ar ais ó thuaidh

Fujio Akimoto (1901 -1977)

夕浪のひかりついばむ冬鴎　　　那須淳男

yûnami no hikari tsuibamu fuyu-kamome

solas na dtonnta tráthnóna

á phiocadh aige

faoileán geimhridh

Atsuo Nasu

朝よりも影の重たき寒鴉　　江渡華子

asa yorimo kage no omotaki kan-garasu

is troime a scáil

ná mar a bhí ar maidin

préachán geimhridh

Hanako Eto

寒鴉人の話を聴いてをる　　山川幸子

kan-garasu hito no hanashi o kiiteoru

préachán i lár an gheimhridh

ag éisteacht

lenár gcomhrá

Sachiko Yamakawa

天の川こころの淵を流れけり　　笹下蟷螂子

amanogawa kokoro no fuchi o nagarekeri

Bealach na Bó Finne

ar a shlí

thar chiumhais mo chroíse

Toroshi Sasaka

Blek le Rat

Couple de danseurs

an damhsa, a stór sula mbuailtear nóta ceoil nuair a éagann sé         damhsa na nduilleog sa bhfómhar         san earrach, damhsa na dtonn

this dance, beloved before the music begins when it has died down         dance of leaves in the autumn         in springtime, dance of the waves

Mitzu Suzuki

amach san fhómhar

lá i ndiaidh lae

faighim amach nach aon ní ar leith mé

Shikibu

 

bíodh is go séideann an ghaoth

go hainnis anseo

sileann solas na gealaí leis

trí chláir adhmaid an dín

san fhothrach tí seo

Ivan Rutkovych

lorgaíos sciatháin chun go n-eitleoinnse chuig m'ansacht anocht         ní thoir ná thiar atá sí         ó dheas ná ó thuaidh, monuar

i asked for his wings for one night - to fly to You archangelic wings         neither east nor west are You         nor to the south or the north

Arcimboldo

Leabharlannaí, 1566

nílimse iontu na leabhair a scríobhas nó a léas tusa atá iontu         casaim leathanach, a stór         is tá tú ann os mo chomhair

You won't find me there in books i've written or read You are in them all         beloved, i turn a page         every single word is You

Constant Permeke

Le Cheval de Carrousel

ní cuimhin liom anois cathain a thuirlingíos de má thuirling mhuise!         an roithleagán ró, a stór         níor thuirling éinne againn fós

i can't remember when did i got off the horse? who says that i did!         we're all on a carousel         too afraid to admit it

Nu-mi amintesc cînd să fi descălecat? oare cine o spune? suntem toți în carusel speriați să recunoaștem Leagan Rómáinise: Olimpia Iacob

Isaac Israels

imeoidh gach rud a thaisce, cuimhní freisin caithfidh smaointe imeacht         nuair nach mbeidh aon ní fágtha         snámhfaimid ina chéile

everything must go Beloved, memories too thoughts must go as well         then, when there is nothing left         only then can our souls merge

ducă-se totul Preaiubite, amintiri chiar și gînduri         și cînd nimic nu mai e         se-ngeamănă sufletele Leagan Rómáinise: Olimpia Iacob

José Gutiérrez Solana

La reunión en casa del boticario

íocshláinte b'fhéidir? nó leigheas ar ghalar an ghrá - nó afraidíseach         fir istigh i gcógaslann         tuigeann Rí na nDúl a gcás

a panacea? a cure for the pain of love - or a love potion         men wait in a pharmacy         only God knows what ails them

Yasuo Kuniyoshi

Fakirs

i measc na bhfear grinn atáim, a chuid - na fakir bhuel, bíodh sé mar sin         sa saol seo caithfear a bheith         id' rud éigin (is dócha)

numbered among clowns I am, beloved - fakirs well then, so be it         in this life one has to be         something more or less . . . (i guess)

Rainer Fetting

Der Wolfsjunge

dá mba mhic tíre a thóg mé liúfainn d'ainm scaipfí finscéalta . . .         géillimse dhóibh, a ansacht         ar strae i gcoill gan chonair

were i reared by wolves beloved, i'd howl Your name legends would flourish . . .         i have come to believe them         i roam a pathless forest

Jeffrey Smart

nach mé an gamal níl bus ar bith ann chugatsa ní shroichimse riamh         ach an stáisiún ceann aistir         gan fhios agam cá bhfuilim

what a fool I am no bus will take me to You i always end up         in a strange new terminus         no idea where I am

Paritosh Sen

teifigh is ea sinn, a shearc, an cine daonna gan fhios dúinn go léir         beimid ann go brách, an ea         sa chomharsanacht seo, an fíor?

we are refugees beloved, the human race and we don't know it         what, we'll be here forever         in this neighbourhood, this world?

Smaoineamh an Lae

 

Shanta Kelker is ainm don bhean atá ag caint leis an saoi U.G. Krishnamurti.

Ar sise leis:

"An bhfuil buataisí ann a ligfeadh dom siúl ar dhealga?"

D'fhreagair sé í go glé:

"Níl dealga ar bith ann!" ar seisean.

Ní raibh sise sásta leis sin. 

"Tá, domsa!" ar sise. "Tá dealga ann . . ."

Ar seisean ar ais léi, go foighneach: "Stop ag lorg rósanna agus ní bheidh dealga ar bith ann!"

Caroline Skanne

Photo: Caroline Skanne

a mblagaidí beaga

sa dorchadas  . . .

caisearbháin

their little bald heads

in the dark  . . .

dandelions

 

Mario Eloy

is gan cúis ar bith thosaigh daoine ag damhsa b'álainn an feic é         ceann de mo chuid amhrán duit         d'athmhúscail seanchaidreamh

and for no reason people danced the whole day long a joy to behold         and one of my songs for You         rekindled an old passion

Honoré Daumier

cé acu mise an Don nó Sancho Panza iad araon, a chuid         dheinis aislingeach díom ach -         sin sin! arsa an fear tuaithe

and which one am i the Don or Sancho Panza i'm both, beloved         You've made me a dreamer but -         my peasant heart says enough!

Henry Martin

shás an bád amach gan fhios agam cá ngeobhadh sí nó an bhfillfeadh sí         sheol farraigí anonn chugat         tá deireadh leis an imram

i pushed out my boat not knowing where it might go or would it return         it crossed seven seas to You         the epic voyage is over

Otto Eckmann

bhfuil an chorr oíche in ann í féin a fheiscint mura bhfeicfinn thú         conas a chífinn mé féin         grág na nduan sa doircheacht

can the night heron see itself in the water if i can’t see You         how then can i see my Self         i croak my poems in the dark

Robert Henri

ní raibh faic im' cheann bhí tú chun tosaigh orm bhí tú le mo thaobh         agus bhí tú laistiar díom         ar Bhóthar an Choire Mhóir

my mind was empty You were walking behind me You were beside me         and You were ahead of me         on the road to Corrymore

Giuseppe Arcimboldo

Aonghus fáin, ambaist is a cheann bocht trí thine mo dhála féin mhuis'         tuleáil an mhonsúin, a ghrá         lasracha chun na díleann

wandering Aonghus he had a fire in his head i too am ablaze         monsoon rains pour down on me         flames rise up to meet the flood

May Wilson

tá gá le scuabadh sna poill is sna prochóga dusta is míolta         beidh trácht air sna hannála         Oíche an Íonghlanta Mhóir

time for a clean-out yes! every nook and cranny dust and dust mites too         it will be known in annals         as the Night of the Big Sweep

Anna Boberg

 

Koson

géag gheal . . . préachán ar tí breith a fhógairt

snowy branch . . . a crow about to pronounce judgement

雪が枝や いまやカラスが 判決す Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura

snawy brainch . . . a craw aboot tae pronoonce juidgement Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald

Émile Bernard

an ceol is uaigní ar fad - babhla déirce lán d'fholús	the saddest music of all - a begging bowl full of emptiness
悲しみの 最たる音楽― 無の大鉢 Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura	the maist waesome maisic - a cadger's bowlie fou o tuimness Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald

Jean-Georges Béraud

hataí síoda i ndiaidh sochraide - fear hata síoda curtha	silk hats after a funeral - the deceased was a top hatter too
シルクハット 葬儀のあとに― 減るは人気帽子屋も Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura	soie toppers efter a yirdin - the deid chiel wis a topper an aw Leagan Béarla na hAlban: John McDonald