tá meirg an fhómhair
tar éis mo chroí a chreimeadh
craplaithe atáim
dá bhféadfainn geimhriú: dhúiseodh
do sholas san Earrach mé
the rust of autumn
has eaten this heart of mine
i am much weakened
if i could hibernate now
Your light would wake me in Spring
Uiscedhath: Masood Hussain
