ThĂos cois na trĂ¡ domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oĂche An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fĂ in Na h-Ă anacha mara ag scairtigh go lĂ anmhar CosĂșil le h-anamnacha bochta i bpĂ in. IomlĂ¡n gealaĂ 's iomlĂ¡n rabharta Aoibhneas 's ciĂșineas, 's Ă¡illeacht sa domhain CrĂłnĂ¡n na fairrige ag dul siar ar mo chluasa Bog-cheol an uisce ag sileadh san abhainn. Istigh ar na h-inseĂ¡in tĂ¡ sean-reilig bheannaithe An Ă¡it inar mhaireadh naoimh san aimsir fadĂł TĂ¡ daoine istigh ann ag chaith seal go h-aerach NĂ shiĂșlfaidh siad thar fĂ¡n chladaigh nĂos mĂł. Bhuail uaigneas m'intĂnn 's mĂ ag amharc ar an reilig 'S mĂ ag meadhradh ar dhaoine istigh ann ina luĂ Fir a's mnĂ¡ Ăłga, seandaoine 's pĂ¡istĂ Muintir mo mhuintir 's cairde mo chroĂ. TĂ¡ na coiligh ag glaoch 's na rĂ alta ag bĂ¡nĂș TĂ¡ an ghealach ina luĂ 's nĂ fada go lĂ¡ SlĂ¡n agat anois a shean-reilig bheannaithe 'S na daoine a shiĂșlfadh liom sĂos cois na trĂ¡.
English Translation From Jason Carns Down by the beach, in the deep of night The big world is sleeping and I am alone The sea-birds are calling sorrowfully Like poor souls in pain Total purity and total abundance (?) Bliss and calmness and beauty in the world The murmur of the sea going into my ears The soft song of the water flowing in the river. Above on the headland* there is a blessed old cemetery The place in which saints lived in times long ago There are people within spending a while carefree The will not walk round on the shore any more. Loneliness strikes my spirits as I look at the cemetery And I'm thinking about the people in there sleeping Men and young women, old people and children People of my people and friends of my heart. The cocks are crowing and the stars are fading The moon is setting and it's not long until day Goodbye now blessed old cemetery And to the people who walked with me down by the beach. (Above...)* A rough translation. Couldn't find the word inseĂ¡in , but think it means something like this. by: Traditional
