A Chinn Álainn
A chinn álainn na
mná do ghrádhas
I lár na hoíche cuimhním ort
Acht filleann léargas le gile gréine
Mo léan an chnumh chaol dod’ chnaoi anocht!
A ghlóir ionmhain
dob íseal aoibhinn
An fíor go gcualas trém’ shuanaibh thú?
Nó an fíor an t-eolas atá dom’ bheoghoin?
Mo bhrón, sa tuamba níl fuaim ná guth!
O Lovely Head
O lovely head of the
woman that I loved
In the middle of the night I remember thee
But reality returns with the sun’s whitening
Alas, that the slender worm gnaws thee tonight!
Beloved voice, that
wast low and beautiful
Is it true I heard thee in my slumbers?
Or is the knowledge true that tortures me?
My grief, the tomb hath no sound or voice!