From Jason Carns ThГos cois na trГЎ domh, in ndoimhneacht na h-oГche An saol mhor ina gcodhladh, 's mise liom fГ©in Na h-Г©anacha mara ag scairtigh go lГ©anmhar CosГєil le h-anamnacha bochta i bpГ©in. IomlГЎn gealaГ 's iomlГЎn rabharta Aoibhneas 's ciГєineas, 's ГЎilleacht sa domhain CrГіnГЎn na fairrige ag dul siar ar mo chluasa Bog-cheol an uisce ag sileadh san abhainn. Istigh ar na h-inseГЎin tГЎ sean-reilig bheannaithe An ГЎit inar mhaireadh naoimh san aimsir fadГі TГЎ daoine istigh ann ag chaith seal go h-aerach NГ shiГєlfaidh siad thar fГЎn chladaigh nГos mГі. Bhuail uaigneas m'intГnn 's mГ© ag amharc ar an reilig 'S mГ© ag meadhradh ar dhaoine istigh ann ina luГ Fir a's mnГЎ Гіga, seandaoine 's pГЎistГ Muintir mo mhuintir 's cairde mo chroГ. TГЎ na coiligh ag glaoch 's na rГ©alta ag bГЎnГє TГЎ an ghealach ina luГ 's nГ fada go lГЎ SlГЎn agat anois a shean-reilig bheannaithe 'S na daoine a shiГєlfadh liom sГos cois na trГЎ. Translation From Jason Carns Down by the beach, in the deep of night The big world is sleeping and I am alone The sea-birds are calling sorrowfully Like poor souls in pain Total purity and total abundance (?) Bliss and calmness and beauty in the world The murmur of the sea going into my ears The soft song of the water flowing in the river. Above on the headland* there is a blessed old cemetery The place in which saints lived in times long ago There are people within spending a while carefree The will not walk round on the shore any more. Loneliness strikes my spirits as I look at the cemetery And I'm thinking about the people in there sleeping Men and young women, old people and children People of my people and friends of my heart. The cocks are crowing and the stars are fading The moon is setting and it's not long until day Goodbye now blessed old cemetery And to the people who walked with me down by the beach. (Above...)* A rough translation. Couldn't find the word "inseГЎin", but think it means something like this.