LXXIV
ní raibh agam riamh
le tabhairt duit
ach an bláth a phéacann
im’ chroíse, a thaisce, bláth
gan ainm ar thaobh an bhóthair
i never had anything
to bring You
but the flower that blooms
in my heart, beloved
nameless flower of the wayside
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