Irish poems translations

Neilí

Tá Neilí bheag ag caoineadh

Tá tinneas ina ceann

"Rith go dtí an dochtúir

Agus féach an bhfuil sé ann!”

"Brostaigh ort a dhoctúir,

Tá Neilí ina luí.

Beir leigheas leat sa mhála –

Úll mór is piorra buí!”

Neilí

Wee Neilí is crying

There is a pain in her head

"Run to the doctor

And see if he is there!

"Hurry up, Doctor,

Neilí is in bed.

Bring medicine in the bag -

A yellow pear big apple! "

Bábóg Shíle

Tá bábóg ag Síle

Is í gléasta go deas

Faoi ghúna breá síoda

Agus cóta beag glas.

Is aoibhinn le Síle

Í a chur ina suí

Is a gruaig geal a chíoradh

Sula dtéann sí a luí.

Tá cion mór ag Síle

Ar a bábóigín féin;

Codlaíonn siad le chéile

Gach oíche den bhliain

Sheila’s doll

Sheila has a doll

and it is well dressed

In a fine silk dress

And little green coat.

Sheila loves

to put it sitting up

and to comb its hair

Before she goes to bed.

Sheila is very fond

Of her own wee doll

They sleep together

Every night of the year

Paitsín

Ó, tá mo chroí briste

Faoi scamall is brón

Mar chaill mé mo mhadra

Amuigh ar an ród.

Níor mhadra go dtí é,

É beag agus deas,

Ba chuma leis báisteach,

Nó sneachta nó teas.

Bhí cion aige ormsa

Is grá agam dó

Ní raibh madra chomh breá leis

Ag aon duine beo.

Ach, d’fhan sé sa tsráid, lá,

Nuair a rith mé isteach,

Is ní fhaca mé Paitsín

Ón lá sin amach.

Ó, thabharfainn aon airgead,

Idir gheal agus bhuí,

Don duine a gheobhadh dom

Paitsín mo chroí.

Lionard Ó hAnnaidh

Paitsín

Oh, my heart is broken

Under a  cloud of sadness

As I lost my dog

Out on the road.

There was never a dog like him

He is small and nice,

He didn’t care of the rain

Or snow or heat

He was fond of me

And I loved him

There was never a dog as nice as him

at anyone alive. (no-one ever had a dog like him)

However, he stayed in the street, that day,

When I run into the house

I have never seen  Paitsín

Since that day

O, I’d give any money

both bright of gold

For anyone that would bring back to my

Paitsín my heart.

Lionard Ó hAnnaidh

Froganna

Froganna beaga deasa,

Froganna beaga buí,

Froganna beaga glasa,

Is a mamaí ina luí.

Daidí frog ina sheasamh,

Is bata ina láimh,

Ag múineadh do na páistí,

cad é an dóigh le snámh.

Frogs

Nice small frogs,

small yellow frogs,

little green frogs,

Mommy is in bed.

Daddy frog is standing,

With a stick in his hand,

Teaching his kids,

 The way to swim.

Éirígí, A Pháistí

Éirígí, a pháistí!

Amach linn faoin aer;

Tá an ghrian gheal ag taitneamh,

Níl scamall sa spéir.

Tá gaoth bhog ag séideadh

Thar cnoc agus gleann,

Tá duilleoga ag damhsa

Ar sceach is ar chrann.

Tá úlla is sméara

Go tiubh ar gach craobh,

Tá bláthanna geala

Ag fás ar gach taobh.

Éirígí, a pháistí!

Amach linn faoin aer

Chun aoibhneas a bhaint

As an áilleacht go léir.

Get up Children

Get up, children!

Out into the open air;

The bright sun is shining,

 And there’s not a cloud in the sky.

A soft wind is blowing

Over hill and valley,

leaves are dancing

On hedges and on trees.

Apples, berries are thick

on each branch,

bright blossoming flowers

on each side.

Get up, children!

Out into the open air

to get enjoyment

from all the beauty.