Meon Gaelach: A Translation of Máirtín Ó Direáin's Poem on Pádraig Pearse
At the end of battle you were not given a memorial
In limestone words nor on a marble grave,
But your name will be a shimmering idol in the hearts of every child,
And your story will be narrated in tasteful Gaelic.
Poetry: ‘The Fool’ by Pádraig Pearse
O wise men, riddle me this: what if the dream come true?
What if the dream come true? and if millions unborn shall dwell
In the house that I shaped in my heart, the noble house of my thought?