Meán oíche i gcroílár an Mheithimh.
Mórthost dorcha seo na n-éan
Nach le tuiscint é ach le móramh.
Táid amuigh ansan ina mílte is iad gobdhúnta
Ag taisceadh mhil T’fhuinnimhse
Go hamhscarthanach.
Dúiseodsa rompu
Is ligfead dóibh mo dhán a chanadh Dhuit
Is eol dóibh go binn cad is mian liom a rá.
Lig dom aithris a dhéanamh orthu ar ball:
Cantain chaoin gan chuimhneamh
Ceiliúradh cinniúnach,
Ár lonnú Id nádúr séimh
Midnight in the heart of June
This great dark silence of birds
That cannot be known, only praised.
Out there in their thousands they are, beakshut
Honeycombing Your energy
Until dawn break.
I will awake before them
And let them sing my poem for You
They know what sweetness I wish to convey.
Let me imitate them in a while
Mindless gentle trilling
A warble of destiny
Settling softly in Your nature