Tá gach éinne
Do Do lorg
Is do Do sheachaint
Gan fhios dóibh féinig.
D’aimsíos sa teanga thú
Is tú an Briathar
File mé a shnámhann as Do bhroinn
Is ar ais inti
Bréag is ea an siolla
Nach Díotsa nach Tríotsa é
Everyone
Seeks You
And avoids You
Unknown to themselves
I found You in language
You are the Word
I am a poet swimming from Your womb
And back again
Every syllable
Not Yours through You
Is a lie