Bantiarna Gheimhridh / Lady Winter
Tágann sí ag bás an fhómhair, 's ag damhsa na deireadh duilleoga 's ag racht goil na n-éin ag tús an codladh chruinne.
Bánaíonn mo bharraí, le síoc 's sneachta, 's Cuireann sí an leac oighir ar na haibhneacha 's na lochanna.
Taispeánann sí dom na réalta is soilsí sa spéir na hoíche, 's mise i mo theach teolaí, ag taitneamh as teas na tine.
Fágann sí ag breith an tearrach, nuair a éiríonn na chéad bláthanna, 's a dhúisíonn an domhain, le ceol na n-éin.
Cuirim coróin na cróch ar a cheann, nuair a thagann sí póg fuar dom 's deirim léi: "Slán leat, feicfidh mé tú an bhliain seo chugainn, A Bhantiarna Gheimhridh, tá tú i mo chuimhne 's mo chroí ".
She comes at the death of autumn, and at the dance of the last leaves, and at the weeping of the birds at the start of the world's slumber.
She whitens my fields, with ice and snow, and she puts the ice on the rivers and lakes.
She shows me the brightest stars in the night sky whilst I am in my cozy home, enjoying the warmth of the fire.
She leaves at the birth of spring, when the first flowers bloom, and the world awakens with the song of the birds.
I put a crown of crocus' on her head, when she gives me a cold kiss and I tell her: Goodbye, I will see you next year, Lady Winter, you are in my memories and my heart.
