And I Leave My Home
'S Fagaim Mo Bhaile
Maidin is tus an lae
'S fagaim mo bhaile.
Ta mo chroise go bron.
'S fada ar shuil m 'oige.
Oiche 's me liom thein...
Speartha dubh go domhain a choich...
Ag ciumhneach ar laetha a bhi...
Gan gha agus gan ghruaim...
Eistim leis an ghaoth...
Uaigneas mor, go deo, a choich...
Deireadh an turas mor...
Taim bronach, buartha 's briste.
I mo dhiaidh nach mbeidh nios mo.
Ach, ta se i ndan duinn, a phaisti...
Ach, ta se i ndan duinn, a phaisti...
Is fada anois an lae.
A dfhag me mo bhaile,
Nil athas i mo chroi.
Nil ann ach an marbh...
Nil ann ach an marbh...
reetings, pilgrims of Purity, travelers of Afar, wanderers of Wise, vagabonds of Ireland, seekers of knowledge, worshipers of God. Assemble with the footsteps as moving along the rhythm in the March of Journalists. Welcome to the place of beyond thy imaginations. Out of the blue. Like blue northern lights stretch their rays of shiny feather out from the horizon to sky, neither gracefully nor hastily. Instead, it's suddenly, to the sky of becoming a sky dancer, be praised by the worshippers of North! Out of the blue, it beckons the theme of beyond imaginations. Be thou the traveler of Afar, or be thou the wanderer of Wise. Doesn't matter. "Open Sesame", open to thy heart, thee shall reveal thy heart to choose thy destiny. Without lost of direction through the confusion of mind, heart or soul. Begone! No such confusions, merely devils and demons falsify your truest heart of own as treasure trove. Follow thy heart, gladly choose the path of yours! May the Goddess have the light of hopes shine on thou, blog-to-blog traveler...