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OISÍN
i dTÍR na nÓG
Fadó,
fadó, bhí Oisín agus na Fianna amuigh ag fiach.
Chonaic siad cailín álainn ar chapall bán.
"Cé tú féin?", arsa Oisín.
"Is mise Niamh", ar sise.
"Tá m'athair in Rí ar Thír na nÓg."
Thit sí i ngrá le hOisín. "Tar liom
go Tír na nÓg", arsa Niamh. D'imigh
Oisín léi ar an gcapall bán. Chuaigh siad
thar an bhfarraige go Tír na nÓg. Bhí
Oisín an-sásta i dTír na nÓg. Bhí saol
an-deas aige ann. D'imigh 300 bliain thart.
Níor éirigh éinne sean nó tinn i dTír na nÓg.
Ach bhí uaigneas ar Oisín: "Ba mhaith liom
dul ar ais go hÉireann chun Fionn agus na Fianna
a fheiceáil arís." "Tá go maith",
arsa Niamh." Tabhair leat an capall
bán. Ach ná cuir cos ar an talamh in
Éirinn!" D'imigh Oisín ar ais thar na
farraige go hÉireann. Ach bhí athrú mór
an tír. Bhí Fionn agus na Fianna marbh.
Bhí an-bhrón ar Oisín. "Rachaidh mé
ar ais go Tír na nÓg", ar sé.
Chonaic sé grúpa fear ag obair sa pháirc.
Chrom sé síos agus bhog sé an cloch. Ach
thit sé go talamh. D'imigh an capall ar ais
go Tír na nÓg. D'éirigh Oisín sean.
Bhí sé níos mó ná 300 bliain d'aois!
Thug na fir go Naomh Pádraig é.
D'inis sé dó faoi Fionn agus na Fianna.
D'inis sé dó faoi Niamh agus Tír na nÓg.
Ansin fuair sé bás.
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Oisín,
in the Land of the Young
A
long, long time ago, Oisín (Asin) and the Fianna
(Fionn's (Fin) companions) were out hunting.
They saw a beautiful girl riding a white horse.
When she approached Oisín asked, "What
is your name?" To which the beautiful
young girl replied, "My name is Niamh (Niv)."
"And my father is the Ri (King) of the Land
of the Young." Looking into Oisin's
eyes she fell in love with Oisín.
"Come with me to the Land of the Young",
said Niamh. Oisín climbed on her horse and
together they rode off to the Land of the Young.
As
they crossed
the sea to the Land of the Young. When they
arrived, Oisín knew he would be very happy in the
Land of the Young. He was right; he had a
very pleasant time. But time passed, and
before he knoew it 300 years passed by.
Nobody ever got old or sick or died in the Land of
the Young. But Oisín got lonely. One
day he approached Niamh and said, "I want to
go back to Ireland to see Fionn and the Fianna
again." "Alright", said
Niamh. "Ypu will need to bring the
white horse with you. But remember, and this
is important, do not set foot on land in Ireland!"
Oisín
road the white horse cross the sea back to
Ireland. But the country had changed.
Fionn and the Fianna were dead. Oisín was
very sad. "I'll go back to the Land of
the Young," he thought to himself.
As
he rode off, he saw a group of men working in the
field. There was a rock blocking the road,
so he bent down and moved the rock. As he
did, he fell to the ground. The horse ran
back to the Land of The Young without him.
Within no time at all Oisin's years caught up with
him (he was over 300 years old at the time).
The men took him to meet St. Patrick. Oisín
told him about Fionn and the Fianna, and about
Niamh and the Land of the Young. Then he
died.
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