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Bhís dom’ thiomáint cois trá
Bhís dom’ thiomáint cois trá
sa taibhreamh,
ag míniú an cathú a bhí ort,
an fáth nár ligis sinn i gcathú . . .

is chuimhníos ansan
ar an mbáisteach bhíoblúil
a fhliuch do choinsias
ar tairseach na dúile . . .

Dhúisíos is mo dhá chois
i lochán báistí,
clog an tsáipéil
ag áireamh mo bhróin.
You Were Driving By The Sea
You were driving by the sea
in the dream,
explaining your regret,
why you led us not into temptation.

And I remembered then
the biblical rain
that lashed your conscience
at the doorway of desire.

I woke with my feet
in a puddle of rainwater,
the church-bell
was counting my sorrows.