sánn an planda ola ricne
a chuid duilleog tríd an bhfál
faoi mar a bheidís á rá
le slatairí an tsráidbhaile
"is anseo a chónaíonn an bhean feirmeora -
na cíocha uirthi chomh mór leis seo"
with its leaves pushing through
the gaps in the fence
the castor oil plant seems to be telling
the youths of the village
"here lives a farmer's wife
with breasts this big"