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AS GAEILGE (In Irish)

AS GAEILGE

(In Irish)

 

Dún do súile

(Close your eyes)

 

Codail go lá...mo ghrá séimh.

(Sleep until day...my gentle love) .

 

Codail go sámh go sámh.

(Sleep peacefully...peacefully) .

 

Éirdeoidh an ghealach seo...

...is rachaidh an ghrian seo faoi

 

(This moon will rise...

...this sun will set)

 

aire 'gus grá

i gconaí

(care and love always)

 

gach oíche 's gach lá

gach lá 's gach oíche.

(every night every day

every day ever night) .

 

Mo phlúirín!

Mo stóirín!

Mo mhuirnín!

(My little flower!

My little treasure!

My little darling!)

 

Ach anois...

(But now...)

 

codail go sámh go séimh

(sleep peacefully...gently)

 

go fáinne an lae

(until the break of day)

 

le mise

ar do taobh.

(with me

by your side) .

 

Losing our baby

late into the night

 

holding this little thing

that only attempted to be human

 

unable to let go

 

I clasped the foetus

tightly in my hand

 

& buried it in the dawn

of our local park

 

under a recently planted

red rose bush.

 

In my grief

flower & baby

became one

 

and night after night I climbed

over high railings & even higher stars

 

to talk to her in the dark in Irish.

 

Or sing: My Love is like a Red Red Rose.

 

Or cry...or...cry.

 

Almost got arrested one night

by an Irish cop

drawn to the sound

of Irish emerging from darkness.

 

Guess he let me go because - it wouldn’t look good

on a charge sheet:

 

“The defendant was talking

& crying to...a flower.”

 

- in Irish.

 

Eist...eist

(listen...listen)

 

duinne eagin ag caoineadh

(someone is crying)

 

in a dorchasan

(in his darkness) .

 

Fill...fill...a run o!

 

Fill a run o is na imigh uaim.

 

Fill orm a chuisle a stor

 

agus chifeadh tu an gloire... ma fhillean tu!

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