Filíocht - An tEarrach Thiar - Scéal an Dáin/Íomhánna an Dáin

Scríobhann an file faoina áit dhúchais sa dán seo.

The poet writes about his native place in this poem.

Rugadh agus tógadh é ar Inis Mór, Árainn.

He was born and raised on Inis Mór, Aran.

Bhí grá mór aige don oileán agus do mhuintir an oileáin.

He had great love for the island and the people of the island.

Cuimhníonn sé ar an saol a bhí ar an oilean nuair a bhí sé óg.

He remembers the life on the island when he was young.

Tá ceithre íomhá sa dán seo.

There are four images in this poem.

Baineann na híomhánna leis an saol ar Inis Mór san earrach.

The images relate to life on Inis Mór in spring.

Taispeánann gach íomhá saol álainn, ciúin, síochánta ar an oileán.

Every image show a beautiful, quiet, peaceful life on the island.

Bhí fear ag glanadh cré dá spáid.

There was a man cleaning muck from his spade.

Lá ciúin te a bhí ann.

It was a quiet hot day.

Cheap an file go raibh fuaim álainn le cloisteáil.

The poet thought that there was a beautiful sound to be heard.

Bhí fear eile ag bailiú feamainne i gciseán ar an trá.

Another man was gathering seaweed in a basket on the beach.

Chuir sé síos an ciseán a bhí ar a dhroim.

He put down the basket that was on his back.

Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh.

The sun was shining.

Bhí an fheamainn dhearg sa chiseán ag lonrú sa ghrian ar an trá.

The red seaweed was glistening under the sun on the beach.

Cheap an file go raibh an íomhá go hálainn.

The poet thought the image was beautiful.

Bhí mná ag seasamh i locháin ar an trá.

There were women standing in pools on the beach.

Bhí a gcótaí casta suas acu.

They had their coats were turned up.

Bhí a scáilí le feiceáil san uisce.

Their reflections could be seen in the water.

Cheap an file go raibh an íomhá iontach álainn.

The poet thought this image was wonderfully beautiful.

Bhí currach ag teacht abhaile tar éis lá ag iascaireacht

A currach was returning home after a day fishing.

Bhí sé lán d'éisc.

It was full of fish.

Bhí dath óir ar an bhfarraige ag deireadh an lae.

The sea was a golden colour at the end of the day.

Bhí fuaim mhall rithimeach le cloisteáil ó na maidí rámha.

The slow rhythmic sound of the oars could be heard.