Nach aoibhinn do na héiníní a éiríos go hard,
Is a bhíos ag ceiliúr lena chéile ar aon chraoibh amháin;
Ní mar sin dom féinig is dom chéad míle grá,
Mar is fada óna chéile orainn a éiríos gach lá.
Isn’t it sweet for the little birds who fly up to the sky,
And who go singing together on one single tree;
That’s not the way with my darling and I,
For ‘tis far from each other that the sunrise we see.
This is the first verse of a traditional lovesong. It is said that the lovers were a young girl and a priest, hence the pain in the last line.
The keen observation and love of the natural world has always been a feature of poetry in both Ireland and Wales.