Reo -

Maidin sheaca ghabhas amach

Is bhí seál póca romham ar sceach

Rugas air le cur im phóca

Ach sciorr sé uaim mar bhi sé reoite:

Ní héadach beo a léim óm ghlaic

Ach rud fuair bás aréir ar sceach:

Is siúd ag taighde mé fé m’intinn

Go bhfuaireas macasamhail an ní seo-

Lá dár phógas bean dem mhuintir

Is í ina cónra reoite, sínte

D’fhás an oighear ar mhéaraibh crann

Stad na h-uiscí i gcroí na h-abhann

Ghlaoidh guth an bhfiach dubh

Ó imeall gleann

Is thuirling Spideog ar ghualann cam

Ní héadach beo a léim óm ghlaic

Ach rud fuair bás aréir ar sceach:

Is siúd ag taighde mé fé m’intinn

Go bhfuaireas macasamhail an ní seo-

Lá dár phógas bean dem mhuintir

Is í ina cónra reoite, sínte

Freezing morning

And in front of me was a pocket shawl on a hedge

Rug him with pocket butter

But it slipped from me because it was frozen:

Not a living cloth to jump from my grasp

But something died last night on a hedge:

They are the ones who research me in my mind

That I found a replica of this thing-

A day for the kiss of a woman of my people

It is a frozen, stretched coffin

The ice grew on the fingers of a tree

The waters stopped at the heart of the river

The voice of the blackbird will cry

From the edge of a valley

A robin landed on a crooked shoulder

Not a living cloth to jump from my grasp

But something died last night on a hedge:

They are the ones who research me in my mind

That I found a replica of this thing-

A day for the kiss of a woman of my people

It is a frozen, stretched coffin