Beloved Ireland

How far your dreams are walking
While masters whisper out for them,
I wonder while watching
The blueish shadows in awe,
Twirling around you, beloved Ireland,
As if you were a slender young candle;

(Wise men say that shadows are fellow sufferers and travellers to our dreams)

How far your dreams are walking
While masters whisper out for them,
I wonder while the wind reaches out through the quiet fog,
The wind that softly caresses your beautiful face,
Beloved Ireland,
The world never looked as beautiful
As it does this morning,
When my gaze met your gaze,
Beloved country,
The valleys were set ablaze in a lush
And moist green,
As if the most beautiful woman's eyes are flaming in the dreamlit air,
I sense the scent of your wonderful body,
Like the scent of that slender fir,
Atop the highest mountain,
Allured by the moon at night.
I didn't hear a thing... not a thing...
Apart from the unbridled and loud beating of my own heart,
And you, my beloved Ireland,
You blissfully laugh,
Inadvertently grabbing my heart.

Beloved Ireland, intertwined with roads of dreams,
Now my dreams,
Rising from copper chains towards the golden sun,
Are mingling with the old hero's dreams,
Who solitary buries his mute, salty tears
Into your sacred bosom,
Like the seed of a new life.

I am praising you, my beloved Ireland!
If I could choose where I shall be buried,
I would like my grave to be there.
If I had to wake up lonely in the world,
I would like to wake up there,
In the crystal night's embrace,
In the proud wind's embrace,
In your embrace,
Beloved Ireland!