Rumi

Each Gaoithe/ Wind Horse

San Gimignano

Cuba

Bill Wolak

Ryushi

David Wagoner

Nils Blommér

Mary Davenport O'Neill

Renoir

Dhá dhán as an leabhar Sasquatch

Deartha ag Angelee Deodhar

Beckett

Roundelay

on all that strand
at end of day
steps sole sound
long sole sound
until unbidden stay
then no sound
on all that strand
long no sound
until unbidden go
steps sole sound
long sole sound
on all that strand
at end of day

Samuel Beckett

Caslaoi

ar fud na trá
ag deireadh an lae
tá fuaim an bhoinn
fuaim fhada an bhoinn
gan iarraidh fanann
ansin gan fhuaim
ar fud na trá
fada gan fhuaim
gan iarraidh imíonn
tá fuaim an bhoinn
fuaim fhada an bhoinn
ar fud na trá
ag deireadh an lae

Yeats

The Stare’s Nest by my Window

The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty; somewhere
A man is killed, or a house burned.
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

A barricade of stone or of wood;
Some fourteen days of civil war:
Last night they trundled down the road
That dead young soldier in his blood:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.

We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
 

W B Yeats 

 

Nead na Druide Cois M’fhuinneoige

Beacha ag tógáil i scoilteacha
Na saoirseachta scaoilte, is siod í
Máthair an áil le cruimheanna is cuileoga.
Tá an balla ag éirí scaoilte; a bheacha meala
Tagaigí is tógaigí in áras folamh na druide.

Táimid teanntaithe, tá an eochair casta
Ar ár neamhchinnteacht, áit éigin
Fear á lámhach, nó teach ina lasracha.
Is gan fíric ghlé ná léargas:
Tagaigí is tógaigí in áras folamh na druide.

Baracáid cloch nó adhmaid;
Coicís de chogadh cathartha:
Aréir iompraíodh an saighdiúir óg marbh
Síos an bóthar, é féin is a chuid fola:
Tagaigí is tógaigí in áras folamh na druide.

Chothaíomar ár gcroí ar aislingí,
Cothú a d’fhág ár gcroí ar nós na brúide,
Is substaintiúla é ár naimhdeas
Ná ár ngrá: Ó, a bheacha meala
Tagaigí is tógaigí in áras folamh na druide.

Haiku

Trí Fhocal ó Nyogen

Congreve/Handel

Dearadh Angelee Deodhar

Akka Mahadevi

Dearadh Angelee Deodhar

Rumi

Dearadh Angelee Deodhar

Suantraí/Lullaby

Dearadh Angelee Deodhar

Amhrán na Cruinne

Dearadh Angelee Deodhar

Éist le nithe níos minice ná le neacha. Éist le guth na tine, éist le guth an uisce, Éist leis an ngaoth is le hosnaíl na dtor: Análú na sean. Ní imithe uainn atá na mairbh; Ní thíos sa chré atá na mairbh: I gcreathán na gcrann atáid, In och na gcoillte, San uisce ag rith is san uisce fá shuan, Sa bhothán, i measc an tslua, Ní imithe uainn atá na mairbh; In ucht na mban atáid, i gcaoineadh linbh, An lomán á dhó, ochlán na gcloch. Sna féara ag éagaoineadh atáid, sa bhforaois, sa bhaile. Éist le nithe níos minice ná le neacha. Éist le guth na tine, éist le guth an uisce. Éist le hosnaíl na dtor ar an ngaoth. Análú na sean.

Earth Song Listen to things more often than beings. Hear the voice of the fire, hear the voice of the water, Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush: This is the ancestors breathing. Those who are dead are never gone; The dead are not down in the earth: They are in the trembling of the trees, In the groaning of the woods, In the water that runs, in the water that sleeps, They are in the hut, they are in the crowd. Those who are dead are not ever gone; They are in the woman's breast, they are in the wailing of a child, They are in the burning log and in the moaning rock. They are in the weeping grasses, in the forest and the home. Listen to things more often than beings. Hear the voice of fire, hear the voice of water. Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush. This is the ancestors breathing.