Taibhse

Taibhsíonn tú duibheagáin mo bhrionglóid;

Ag cur isteach ar chodladh, ag bogadh an ghainimh.

Sínim amach, fiachaim breith a fháil,

Ach seachnaíonn do thaibhse mo lámh.

Siúlaim le do thaibhse sa lá,

Luím le do thaibhse san oíche.

I ngach dá leagaim air tá do lámh,

I ngach dá bhfeicim tá d’aghaidh.

Ach níl ionamsa féin ach taibhse,

Ag scaoileadh na bhfocal san aer.

Ghosts

You haunt the depths of my dreams;

keeping me from sleep, shifting sands.

I stretch out; trying to grab

but you avoid my grasp.

I walk with your ghost by day,

I sleep with your ghost by night.

In all that I touch is your hand,

In all I see is your face.

But I am also but a ghost,

Throwing these words to the air.