LII
folc tú féin i luan na bhflós
is ann atá d’óige
is do bhanúlacht
blátha fite as laoithe cumainn
na dtrúbadóirí nár rugadh fós
bathe in the aura of flowers
it is where Your girlhood lies
and Your womanhood
flowers woven from the love songs
of troubadours yet to be born