Tostdán amháin a dhéanfaidh cúis
A raghadh go broinn Do thosta
Sularbh ann do na siollaí
Don mheadaracht
Is don rím
Tostdán Do bheith ionam an chéad lá
An mhaidin úd nuair nárbh ann ach D’fholt
Sular fhéachas isteach i Do dhá shúil ghorma
Sular tháinig D’osnasa chun mo bhéil
Only a poem of silence will suffice
To penetrate the womb of Your silence
Before syllables were created
Metre
Or rhyme The silent poem of my first being in You
That morning when there was nothing but Your hair
Before I looked into Your blue eyes
Before Your sigh came to my lips