Bhí an maidin fuaimiúil le ceol traidisiúnta na Cásca agus glórtha gáiretha faoin spéir geal.

The morning was resonant with the traditional music of Easter and the sounds of laughter under the bright sky.

Bhí an áit suite sna sléibhte, áit a raibh Láthair Rúnda na Sean-Teampaill.

The location was nestled in the mountains, at Láthair Rúnda na Sean-Teampaill.

Bhí bláthanna earraigh ar fud an gheim seans, ag iompraíonn cumhrachtaí milis.

Spring flowers were everywhere in the old meadow, carrying sweet fragrances.

Bhí Aoife agus Cillian lán le háthas, ag tnúth leis an gceiliúradh mór.

Aoife and Cillian were full of joy, looking forward to the grand celebration.

Ach bhí ar Liam, an ógánach smaointeach, argóint go fóill ina chroí.

But Liam, the thoughtful young man, still held an argument within his heart.

Bhí sé ag iarraidh a bheith páirteach, ach bhí air dubh a chur isteach idir a chreideamh féin agus creideamh a chairde.

He wanted to participate, but he had to reconcile his own beliefs with those of his friends.

"Tá rud éigin ag teastáil uaim," a cheap Liam, agus bhraith sé an gá le haonrú ón ngrúpa.

"I need something," Liam thought, and he felt the need to isolate himself from the group.

Shocraigh sé dul ag taiscéaladh a luaíocht ina aonar.

He decided to go exploring on his own reward.

Shroich sé an teampall, íochtar doras cloiche, clúdaithe le caonach agus é ag coiméad a rúin féin.

He arrived at the temple, at a stone door, covered with moss and keeping its own secrets.

Chuaigh sé isteach go faich caisleán na sean-aimsire.

He entered what felt like a fairytale castle of old.

Bhí sé ciúin taobh istigh, bhí fuaim chiúin aeriúil le cloisteáil aran aer.

It was quiet inside, a soft ethereal sound could be heard in the air.

Ardaíodh a lámha ag Liam le haghaidh paidreacha ciúine sa chomharsanacht shéanach seo.

Liam raised his hands in silent prayers in this ancient neighborhood.

Mhair sé san aire arabhar, agus i gcoinníoll na tost sin, léiríodh chuige go dtí an dorchla gearradh chéile.

He lingered in introspection, and in the silence, he was drawn to the intersecting corridor.

Oscom é shíl Liam gur éist sé ruaim leasaitheach as áit ní b’fhada isteach.

Liam imagined he heard a transformative echo from somewhere further within.

Gasra nó neamh?

Was it friend or foe?

D’fhéach sé ar an gcéad ghiot a thriomaigh air.

He looked at the first shadow that caught his eye.

Ar bhuille comhlíonta éisteacht, d'fhair Liam athuair ar an dorchla sin ina bpas.

With a full breath of listening, Liam looked again at that passageway.

Shíl sé dá suaimhneas féin ar dtús nár mheas a garrthacht i bhfad eile, ach ansin bheannaigh sé do bhfear amháin a bhí ann.

At first, he thought to calm himself, yet the serenity was interrupted when he greeted a lone man there.

Bhí aghaidhe gruaige fada air, dath cloch ar a éide.

The man had a long-bearded face, dressed in stone-colored attire.

Níor labhair sé, ach bhí a shúl síoraí ag caint níos mó ná briathra.

He did not speak, yet his eternal eyes spoke more than words ever could.

Ba é seo íomhá Shóna an Ghrá, i radharc atá laghdaithe in ársaí taobhach an teampaill.

This was the image of Shóna an Ghrá, in a diminished view in the temple’s ancient alcoves.

Thuig Liam rud éigin, mar gheall ar éargas don chéad uair, go bhfuil an tsíocháin agus tuiscint á lorg aige anois.

Liam suddenly understood something for the first time, realizing he now sought peace and understanding.

Bhí freagair dóimhe an tseaire feasa ligthe isteach i dtír na gcraiceann aige agus sheas dúinn.

The depth of wisdom allowed in his skin, he stood firm.

Ag an nóiméad sin, d'imigh an fear gan tuilleadh leisci, agus chuaigh Liam abhaile chuig a chairde.

At that moment, the man departed without further delay, and Liam returned home to his friends.

Ach níor fhág é beag air, toisc gur fuair sos, ní raibh eagla air go n-aithneáilfeadh sé a naonaí maidir leis féin.

Yet he was not burdened anymore, having found respite, fear no longer haunted him regarding his own self-discovery.

Sroiseann sé fháilte an ghrúpa le gáirdeachas, níl sé cúthail anois aon spraoi na Cásca a roinnt.

He returned to the group with joy, no longer shy to share in the Easter festivities.

"Táim ag ceiliúradh," a deir Liam ag aoibhneas as tríd an ráfla ar aon ghéim.

"I am celebrating," said Liam, smiling through the chatter of the gathering.

Tátra comhthabhairtacht gan a thuilleadh a bheith gan chinntí a bheadh air.

There's an inherent harmony without further needing choices to be made.

Agus anois, i ndíon na sean-Teampaill lus na gréine, léirigh sé breith Chrysalis an Bhealaigh Fhéin.

And now, in the haven of the sun-lit old Temple, he unveiled the birth of the Chrysalis an Bhealaigh Fhéin.