LXXI
a thaisce, treoraíonn tú mé
níl fhios agam cén áit
lasmuigh díom féin chugatsa
treascartha ag cumhracht na hoíche
cumhracht ghorm na maidine
beloved You lead me
i know not where
beyond myself to You
overpowered by the scent of night
blue scents of morning
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