Teach mo Thuistí
le Séamas Ó Neachtain

Tá plandaí ann ag fás
Agus na dallóga dúnta;
Bioráin na gclog ag dul timpeall,
An t-am ceart ar uaireadóir lámha.
Sa raca, tá nuachtáin,
Taobh leis an suíochán,
Agus gloine leath-fholamh uisce
Ar chóstaeir ar an seilf.
Tá an cuisneoir ag obair
Ag caomhnú béile reoite
Agus prócaí leath-chaite,
Píosa ime, cartáin bhainne.
Ar an mbord taobh leis,
Tá oidis ón dochtúir,
Is piollairí san eagar-bhosca,
Céadaoin, Déardaoin, Aoine, Sathairn.
Tuáille sa seomra folctha,
Píosa beag sobail,
Bosca ciarsúr,
Scuab is taos fiacla.
Tá éadaí sa chlóiséad,
Sna drisiúir, san amparán;
Sna phriosanna, tá plátaí is cupáin;
Tá cártaí na Nollag ar bhall troscáin eile.
Earraí is giuirléidí
Ar fud an tí láin,
Gach rud réidh chun maireachtála,
Ach gan duine chun cónaithe ann.

My Folks' House

by James Norton



There are plants growing there
While the blinds are shut;
The hands of the clock going 'round,
The correct time on a wristwatch.
In the rack, newspapers,
Beside the seat,
And a half-empty glass of water
On a coaster on the shelf.
The refrigerator is working
Preserving frozen meals,
And half used-up jars,
A piece of butter, a carton of milk.
On the table next to it,
There's a prescription from the doctor,
And pills in the organizer box,
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
Towels in the bathroom,
A little piece of soap,
A box of tissues,
A brush and toothpaste.
There are clothes in the closet,
In the dressers, in the hamper;
In the cupboards, there are plates and cups;
There are Christmas cards on another piece of furniture.
Goods and equipment
Throughout the full house,
Everything ready for living,
But with no one to live there.

Gach ceart ar cosnamh. © 2004 James Norton