Céad slán, Gráím thú
Crush your ears should your thoughts set sail,
Squeeze your eyes should they crumble and fall.
Clench your teeth should reality escape,
Clamp your lips should attention be drawn.
Hold your tongue lest it turn to stone,
Rake your hair lest you drift away.
Clutch your sides lest you call retired hands,
Cradle your chest lest your heart pursue.
Roam the glittering sky,
Watch the moon drip into the sea -
Rolling on the day, in silent agony.
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