Bhí oíche fhliuch gheimhridh taobh amuigh de shean teach tabhairne i nDún na nGall.

It was a wet winter night outside the old pub in Dún na nGall.

Nuair a bhí na geataí oscailte, scaoil an ghaoth fliuch sléibhteach isteach sa phub cluthar, cé go mbeadh orainn maireachtáil leis an aimsir ní fada a thuilleadh.

When the gates were opened, the wet mountainous wind blew into the cozy pub, although we would have to endure the weather not much longer.

Laistigh, bhí solas geal an chrainn Nollag ag preabadh ar na pátrúin a bhí bailithe ina rabhaíl thraidisiúnta.

Inside, the bright light of the Christmas tree was bouncing off the patrons who had gathered in their traditional revelry.

Bhí atmaisféar an teas a bhí ag teacht as an tine bhreá i lár an tseomra.

The atmosphere was warmed by the fine fire in the center of the room.

Bhí Siobhán ina seasamh taobh thiar den bheár, ag cupán tae a thabhairt do chineálacha éagsúla custaiméirí.

Siobhán stood behind the bar, serving cups of tea to various types of customers.

Cuireadh faoisimh íseal isteach ina súile nuair a tháinig Aidan, an camrógaí baile, isteach ag siúl faoin doras.

A brief relief came over her when Aidan, the local hurler, walked in through the door.

Bhí spéir aisteach ar a aghaidh, an mhór ghuagach bán a scquestaíonn go nóiséalta le heachtraí airgeadas eile.

He had a peculiar expression on his face, that large roguish grin that usually teased about financial adventures.

“Siobhán, tá an chuma ort,” a dúirt sé leis eile reiteach leogaith, agus chuir sé lámh cúpla euro éadromán ar an mbord os a comhair.

"Siobhán, you look the part," he said with a playful tone, placing a couple of light euros on the table in front of her.

Léigh Siobhán dearcadh bródúil faoi, cé go bhfaca sí trobh a bhí imbuanaithe leis an mac ghaol i gcoinne an bhunúr.

Siobhán read a proud look behind his eyes, even though she saw a struggle that was unwavering against the root.

“An bhfuil tú á gcoinneáil go fóill?

"Are you still keeping it?"

” d’fhiafraigh sí, ag seasamh go cúngach le hintinn oscailte.

she asked, standing closely with an open mind.

Nod sé leis, ag breathnú thart cuid mhór ar múscailt aige féin.

He nodded, looking around mostly in self-reflection.

“Is deacair teach anam a aimsiú sa bhaile arís,” dúirt sé le haisteachán.

"It’s hard to find the soul of the house again," he said with curiosity.

I gcúl an tseomra, bhí Ciarán, úinéir an phub, ag cábáig leis na hathruithe níos caol ná riamh.

In the back of the room, Ciarán, the pub owner, was brooding over the changes, slimmer than ever.

D’fhág an domhain breise siombalach eile bródach go raibh crith cosanta aige.

The extra symbolic world left him proudly trembling with protection.

Bhí fiche bliain ina saothar go groodhiach, agus níor rug hoimí orthu cămpáchán.

Twenty years in his rugged labor, and no opponent caught him in a camp.

Le chéile rinne Siobhán agus Aidán plé ar gach láthair.

Together, Siobhán and Aidan discussed each aspect.

Sneachta Ciarán i bhfianaise a phlean ar an nollaig sin.

Ciarán snowed in light of his plan that Christmas.

Bhí an imní bheidh ag oscailt plean a léiriú ag cur siúl fid.

A will to open up that plan to others was putting him to the test.

Bhí tintreach le milleán ar ó b’ann go fearacht intinne é, agus chuaigh geall le Seána.

Lightning was blamed for something that transformed his mind, and bet on Seána.

Rinne Siobhán diancheist iontach, rud le go dtiocfadh suas do Ciarán.

Siobhán asked a powerful question, to urge Ciarán forward.

Beartaigh sí gan ligean orthu an plean sin.

She decided not to let the plan slip.

Le teann solas áirse a thabhairt don phobal go cródhúil níor mhór leo déanamh bog a chur i gcrích i bpobal gan mísle.

To brightly offer an arch of light to the community, they had to put forth soft efforts sincerely in an unsuspecting community.

Lean an cóisir ar aghaidh le craic agus gáire fuilé sinn, a aighneas sí.

The party continued with craic and laughter filled with vigor, as she teased.

D’athmháigh Aidan caitheamh go díreach.

Aidan reaffirmed to spend directly.

Agus, ar deireadh feicidh, níor bheidh aon duine áthas ina chroí.

And finally, there was no one without joy in their heart.

Ach de réir mar láithreach na puibíl, gan troid ná fórsa, tháinig comhchruinniú ar phréamh don aingeal cruth tinte, ag áireamh gach dhuine.

But just as it appeared to the public, without conflict or force, a gathering settled on the fire's angelic form, including everyone.

Ag deireadh na hoíche, thit buaite annadacán naofa go cothrom, agus chuaigh an pobal i bhfeidhm sa chairdeas arís.

At the end of the night, a holy peace settled evenly, and the community engaged in friendship once again.

D’fhan comaoine ionchais Siobhán faoi, ag cinntiú go dtiocfaidh na flaithis go baile féili, agus, ar deireadh thiar thall, bhí na pilesé a gcomh-lánú d’Aidan ag preabadh isteach.

Siobhán's expectation of communion remained, ensuring that the heavens would come to town with celebrations, and ultimately, the piles joining Aidan bounced in.

Agus mar sin d’éirigh ag an bpobal fiúntach an teach tábhairne a cheannach go comhpháirteach.

And so the worthy community succeeded in buying the pub jointly.

Sa tslí sin chaomhnaigh siad an traidisiún is iontach.

In that way, they preserved the most wonderful tradition.

Fé chlár na réalta, nuair a d’oscail Aidan a chroí é do gach mac máthar, fuair sé áit inime, agus bhuail sé náire ar a dhroim.

Under the canopy of stars, when Aidan opened his heart to everyone, he found a place of peace, and laid shame on his back.

Bhíodar lán i bpobal agus fuarthas slánú na nglúine ag fás sa gheimhreadh amuigh sa dorchadas.

They were filled within the community, and the salvation of generations grew in the winter outside in the dark.