Bhí an ghrian ag dul faoi os cionn Dhún Laoghaire, dathanna an earraigh ag lasadh na spéire.

The sun was setting over Dún Laoghaire, with the colors of spring lighting up the sky.

Bhí an baile ag ullmhú don bhféile Beltane, lá deas, te, lán le ceol agus gleo.

The town was preparing for the Beltane festival, a lovely, warm day full of music and merriment.

Bhí sé mar a bheadh draíocht ar fud an bhaile beag cois cósta seo idir bratacha ar foluain agus plandáil álainn glas agus bláthanna ag borradh.

It was as if there was magic throughout this small coastal town among the fluttering flags and the beautiful green planting and blooming flowers.

Bhí Aisling, cailín óg leis an áilleacht is an fuinneamh a bhain le healaíne, ina seasamh ag an díograis ealaíne a bhí déanta aici féin.

Aisling, a young girl with the beauty and energy associated with art, stood proudly at the artistic exhibit she had created herself.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh an tsíntiúis ealaíne a thaispeáint don phobal ag an bhféile.

She wanted to showcase her artwork to the public at the festival.

Bhí sí lán seanscínteacht ach cuireadh go leor brú uirthi mar gheall ar an amhras uaithi féin.

Despite her excitement, she felt a lot of pressure due to her own self-doubt.

Bhí léaráidí agus pictiúir ealaíne an-íogair aici, ach bhí eagla uirthi nach mbeadh siad maith go leor.

She had very sensitive drawings and art pieces, but she feared they might not be good enough.

Aigeadh Cian, a deartháir níos sine, cúis mhaith leis an mbrú a bhí air.

Cian, her older brother, had a good reason for the pressure she was under.

Bhí sé praiticiúil, and rinnte sé machnamh ar airgead agus loingseoireacht.

He was practical, always thinking about money and logistics.

"Beidh na costais ard, Aisling," a dúirt sé dí.

"The costs will be high, Aisling," he told her.

"Ní mór duit a bheith ullamh do na dúshláin seo.

"You need to be ready for these challenges."

"Anois is arís, chuaigh Aisling ag lorg comhairle óna cara Orla, a bhí cneasta agus fial.

Now and again, Aisling sought advice from her friend Orla, who was kind and generous.

Bhí Orla féin ag streachailt le saincheisteanna pearsanta, mar sin thug sí gach tacaíocht a bhí aici.

Orla herself was struggling with personal issues, and thus offered all the support she could.

"Tá an chóras agus an comhlacht cineál," a dúirt sí le hAisling.

"The system and the company are kind," she told Aisling.

"Ná déan dearmad ort féin.

"Don't forget about yourself."

"Ós tríd is tríd, dhírigh Aisling go mór ar ghnóthaí praiticiúla, mar a mhol Cian, ach d'éirigh sí istigh léi féin.

All in all, Aisling focused greatly on practical matters, as Cian advised, but she found herself going inward.

Socraíodh di go gcuirfeadh sí a cuid mothúchán agus aodhara isteach ina cuid ealaíne.

She decided to pour her emotions and love into her art.

Bhí cinneadh ann triail a bhaint as grá agus paisean a post sa chló is sa chuid ealaíne seachas bheith ró-thiocúil.

She resolved to try to incorporate love and passion into her prints and art rather than being overly yielding.

Agus bhí an féile ann, bhí Aisling croí buíoch.

And when the festival day arrived, Aisling was grateful.

Bhí plód liostaí agus cleasaí timpeall a bód.

There was a crowd of lists and entertainers around her booth.

Chuala sí minicíocht na mbliana faoi rudaí agus daoine a bhí ag caint mar gheall ar a cuid oibre.

She frequently heard about the year’s happenings and people talking about her work.

Bhí sé cosúil le feidhm an réaltóg os comhair na hoíche.

It was like a stellar performance under the evening sky.

Bhí a croí in airde agus a chéad leath ag dul go chiúineach.

Her heart was lifted, and the first half of her day was going smoothly.

Ach go tobann thit eagla uirthi mar chuala sí cúpla giota comhrá deasachtúil.

But suddenly, fear gripped her as she overheard a snippet of pleasant conversation.

Léiríodh análú úr ar adhaigh di.

There was a fresh breath of air directed at her.

Bhí úinéir gailearaí, fear le mustachóge mór agus aoibhneas déirce, ag athrá a shaorálta as an scéal.

A gallery owner, a man with a large mustache and a charitable smile, was repeating part of her story.

Le brionglóidí Aisling ag teacht chun fírinne, rinne úinéir an ghailearaí cuir chuige cineálta léi.

With Aisling's dreams coming true, the gallery owner approached her kindly.

"Tá brionglóidí i do shaothar, agus tá iontais orm," a dúirt sé.

"There are dreams in your work, and I'm amazed," he told her.

Thug sé cuireadh dhi go dtí an gailearaí le haghaidh comhairle agus meantóireacht.

He invited her to the gallery for advice and mentorship.

Agus chuaigh léitheoirí an scéil, le miongháire nósmhar d'áirseirí.

And readers of the story followed with a customary smile from the storytellers.

Ar dheireadh mhaolaigh Aisling uirthi féin an cinneadh atá á dhéanamh, is a cosaibhealaigh á chur isteach san fharraige.

Finally, Aisling relaxed with the decision she was making, her footsteps tracing into the sea.

Bhí sí sásta, bródúil, agus cinnteofaillí go bhfuil an t-ionad ceartaití roimpi.

She was happy, proud, and confident that she was on the right path.

Bhraitheann sí ardú meanma.

She felt her spirits rise.

Bhí Beltane ag casadh, lana, fáilte ag gach andaí.

Beltane was turning, warm, and welcoming at every corner.

Syniad an lae bheith ní humhailte ag ealaín is ag brúth Chairn a spreas.

The essence of the day was not defeated by art and the pressing Cairn that tightens its embrace.

Déanamh a rud fé trainadh"Lá deas sona í," a dúirt sí le Orla agus Cian, agus bhí orthu aontú.

"It's a nice happy day," she said to Orla and Cian, and they had to agree.