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is le croí lúcháireach gach lá a bhuailim an bóthar dod' lorgsa 'seo chugainn an Bacach Aerach!' a screadann na páistí: ní heol dóibh an ciste atá uaim |
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with a glad heart each day i set out in search of You 'here comes the Jolly Beggarman!' children exclaim not knowing the treasure that I seek |
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is iomaí rud a thriaileas cad atá i ndán dom n'fheadar: cá bhfios . . . dá mbeinn im' dhéantóir coinnle á lasadh ar feadh an ama dhuit |
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i have been many things what the future holds i cannot tell: who knows oh to be a candlemaker lighting countless candles for You |
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sular gineadh mé sular phéacas-sa i mbroinn bhíos-sa, táimse ann ghabhas colainn dhaonna, a chuid chun tú a aithint arís |
before conception before sprouting in a womb i was and i am i have taken a body to get to know You again |
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de dinaintea zămislirii rod prinzînd am fost și tot sunt într-un trup am scoborît să ajung iar să Te știu Leagan Rómáinise le Olimpia Iacob |
πριν τη σύλληψη πριν φυτευτώ στη μήτρα ήμουν και είμαι έχω πάρει ένα σώμα ξανά να σε γνωρίσω Sarah Thilykou a dhein an leagan Gréigise |
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carria na maidine carria an tráthnóna carria na hoíche mé tar, a shearc, led' thruaill saighde táim rófhada ar strae |
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stag of morning stag of evening stag of night am i beloved, come and empty Your quiver i have roamed too far |
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tá trua acu dhom mar go bhfuilim im' dhaor agat 'tá a anam díolta aige!' agatsa atá an scéal ar fad tusa an croí ionam is m'anam |
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they pity me and say I am Your slave 'he has sold his soul!' You alone know the truth for You are my heart and soul |
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cad is ádh ann . . . . cinniúint 'bhfuil sé ar fad sna cártaí cén seans a bhí ann go gcloisfinn t'ainmse i lár an rachlais is an dorchadais |
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what is luck . . .destiny is it all in the cards what were the chances I would hear Your name amid all the turmoil and darkness |
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am ag an mbáisteach stopadh ag gaotha dul a luí ag an am féin fiafraí de féin cá dtéann sé, a shearc nuair nach bhfuil ann ach buille do chroí |
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time for rains to cease time for winds to sleep time for time itself to wonder where it goes when nothing beloved, exists but Your heartbeat |
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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 |
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they who worship the sun worship You, beloved worshippers of the morning! I cannot count the endless nights cold endless nights without You |
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loinnir na maidine gach lá mar an gcéanna tóraíocht ar fhoinse an tsolais a shearc, is í do ghilese an loinnir sin a fheictear roimh an gcamhaoir |
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glow of morning . . . each day the same a quest for the source of light beloved, Your radiance it is that streams and is seen before dawn |
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cé nach mbeadh ina ridire dhuit, a stór cé nach raghadh amach is fogha a thabhairt faoi mhuilte gaoithe fiú sa ré dhearóil seo | ||
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who would not be a Don Quijote for You who would not venture out and tilt at windmills even in this age of ours, beloved |
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ní bheannaítear an chruithneacht níos mó is beag ní a bheannaítear, a shearc tá an saol ag athrú athróidh choíche is go deo beannófar an domhan athuair |
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no longer is the wheat blessed blessings are few, beloved the world has changed and will go on changing and be blessed again one day |
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shíleadar dá mbainfidis í - cloch na gealtachta - go mbeadh gach ní i gceart go ndeardúdfainn thú, a ansacht iadsan atá as a meabhair |
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they thought if they removed it - the stone of madness - all would be well I would forget You it is they, beloved, that are mad |
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Iób ag lorg an bháis mar chiste rúnda is a chuir a mhallacht ar an lá a rugadh é a shearc, cén fáth nár lig tú dó spléachadh a fháil ar do niamhracht |
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Job who searched for death like a hidden treasure who cursed the day he was born beloved, why did you not grant him a vision of your radiance |
