سفر الألواح

حين كبرتُ،

رأى معصم يدي اليسرى،

الكثير من الساعات؛

لكن، قلبي لم يفرح،

مثلما كان يفرح،

حينما كانت أمي

تعض معصمي الأيسر،

وأنا طفل،

تعمل بأسنانها

ساعتها على يدي - شيركو

I am going to the country

Going down that verdant lane

With nothing but a whistle in my hand

And a pocket full of rain

Can you hear that distant sound

Coming down the West Clare railway

Running with the shades of Gloria

The wind is full of memories

That murmur and sigh

Hills lie in the foaming grass of Clare

Below the cold moon's eye

But you should come and see them now

When they are on fire

And running with the shades of Gloria

And the waves roll at the headland

When the tide is rising there

And here there is starlight falling

Down on the hills of Clare

I knew them when I was hungry

And I knew when I was scared

And running with the shades of Gloria