Seo linn ag iarraidh
féidirtheachtaí éigríochta an tsaoil
a scaradh ó
na cúinsí teoranta ab áil linn.
 
Ag an dé deiridh
n’fheadar aoinne againn
cioca é
an cháith nó
an gráinne
a scaoileadh le gaoth.

Here we go, trying
to separate
the infinite possibilities of life
from the limited circumstances
we prefer.
 
At the last breath
none of us know
whether it was
the chaff
or the grain
that flew off in the wind.