Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Dán i gcuimhne ar dhuine a d'imigh uainn cothrom na míosa seo...







Nóin Mheán Fomhair


Go séimh an ghrian
Is a loinnir chaoin
Nóin Mheán Fomhair
Dom fhéin is leor


Glórtha leanaí
Is gadhair ag amhastrach
Cloistear macallaí
I scabhait na cathrach


I scabhait i gcéin
Ar fud na cruinne
I scabhait i gcéin
Tríd siar mo chuimhne


Ar ceal an samhradh
Mar leannán teite
Amháin a bharróg
A d'fhág a rian


Is gach aon chuimhne
Fós ar foluain
Mar chumhracht bhinn
San aer go ciúin


A dhuilleog ghlas
Ná bí imníoch
Mar is duilleog óir
A thitfidh go críoch


Go séimh an ghrian
Is a loinnir chaoin
Nóin Mheán Fomhair
Dom fhéin is leor




september noon


tinged with sunlight
touched with warmth
september noon
is all you want


barking dogs
and children calling
echoes sound
in alleyways


alleyways
in the city
alleyways
back through your life


summer ’s gone
just like a lover
its embrace
has left its scent


the tranquil air
clings tenderly
to the gentle fragrance
of memory


and prophets say
that leaves once green
will turn to gold
before they fall


tinged with sunlight
touched with warmth
september noon
is all you want


4 comments:

  1. Is ait an rud é: chuir mé nóta chugat anseo inné, agus shíl mé go raibh sé ann, ach níl anois. Seo agat arís é:

    Is maith liom é, an tríú rann agus an séú rann go háirithe.

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  2. Ach tá sé ann anois, a Dhennis, GRMA.

    Do tharla an rud céanna domsa le déanaí. Is amhlaidh go slogann an t-idirlíon rudaí uaireanta.

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