A woman made beautiful by sorrow’s touch
tears have smoothed her skin and colored her eyes blue with loneliness
Night-time cries have given the song she sings a new tone
The sorrow rests deep in her soul, and it’s bitter-sweetness flavors her
It dresses her silence, in tones of deep dead blue and unforgiving crimson sadness
It fills her with the ghostly beauty of those already passed this world.
An Cailín A bhfuil áilleacht an bhróin ina gnúis….
The girl that sorrow has made beautiful and chained.