Fyodor Bronnikov

iad siúd a adhrann an ghrian is tusa a adhrann siad, a shearc lucht adhartha na maidine!         níl cuntas ar na hoícheanta síoraí         na hoícheanta fuara úd i d'éagmais

they who worship the sun worship You, beloved worshippers of the morning!         I cannot count the endless nights         cold endless nights without You