Deep in love
Deep in love
cheek leaning on cheek we talked
of whatever came to our minds
Just as it came
Slowly oh
Slowly
With our arms twined
Tightly around us
And the hours passed and we
Did not know it
Still talking when
The night was gone
Bhavabhūti(Trans. W. S. Merwin & J M Masson)
Dúnta i ngrá
Dúnta i ngrá
grua ar ghrua labhramar
faoi rud ar bith a rith linn
díreach mar a tháinig chugainn
go mall, ó
go mall
dhein sí eascann di féin
thart orm
agus d’imigh an t-am
gan fhios dúinn
fós ag caint a bhíomar
nuair a scaip an dorchadas