Fáilte don éan is binne ar chraoibh, labhras ar chaoin na dtor le gréin; domhsa is fada tuirse an tsaoil, nach bhfaiceann í le teacht an fhéir. Welcome, sweetest bird on the branch, at the bushes’ edge as the sun grows warm. The world’s long sorrow it is to me I see her not as the grass grows green. ![]() An Duanaire, Poems of the Dispossessed. 1600-1900, le Seán O Tuama and Thomas Kinsella. Foras na Gaeilge 1991. |