Naċ aoiḃinn do na héiníníḃ
D’éiriġeann go hárd,
‘S ḃíonn ag ceileaḃar le ċéile
Ar aon ċraoiḃ aṁáin!
Ní mar sin dom féinig
‘S dom’ ċéad míle gráḋ:
Is fada ó n-a ċéile orainn
D’éiriġeann gaċ lá.
Is báine í ‘ná ‘n lile,
Is deise í ‘ná ‘n sgéiṁ,
Is binne í ‘ná ‘n ḃeiḋlín,
‘S is soillsiġe í ‘ná’n ġréin;
Is fearr ‘ná sin uile
A huaisleaċt ‘s a méin—
‘S a Ḋia atá is na flaiṫis,
Fuasgail dom’ ṗéin!
How Happy the Little Birds
How happy the little birds
That rise up on high
And make music together
On a single bough!
Not so with me
And my hundred thousand loves:
Far apart on us
Rises every day.
Whiter she than the lily,
Than beauty more fair,
Sweeter voiced than the violin,
More lightsome than the sun;
Yet beyond all that
Her nobleness, her mind,—
And O God Who art in Heaven,
Relieve my pain!