A mháistreás liom, cá bhfuil do shiúl uaim?/ O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

Twelfth Night, Gníomh II, Radharc III O mistress mine, where are you roaming? William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616   An tAbhlóir ag canadh

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ’tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What’s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty,— Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

A Mháistreás liom, cá bhfuil do shiúl uaim, Ó fan is éist! Mar tá mé chugatsa. Canaim íseal, canaim ard; Stop den fhánaíocht, fan a ghrá dhil Deireadh an aistir tú i ndáil linn – Rud é sin is léir do chách. Níl aon ghrá ann ‘s tú sa chré Gáir inniu, ní hann do inné; Cá bhfios dúinn cad tá i ndán: Níl aon mhaith sa mhoill, a thaisce Póg mé ar mo bheola taise Níl san óige ach lá amháin.

She never told her love/ Níor nocht sí riamh a grá

File: William Shakespeare Cumadóir: Joseph Haydn

She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her damask cheek...; She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.

Níor nocht sí riamh a grá Níor nocht sí riamh a grá, Ach lig don rúndacht, ina péist sa bhachlóg, Bheith ar a grua mhín … Do shuigh, b’í Foighn’ í ar leac phoiblí Is gháir faoin bpian.