Ag éirí as boscaí solais ar imeall na farraige, tá na hAillte Mhothair ag seasamh go hárd agus go huaigneach os cionn an Aigéin Atlantaigh.

Emerging from light boxes on the edge of the sea, the Aillte Mhothair (Cliffs of Moher) stand tall and solitary above the Aigéin Atlantaigh (Atlantic Ocean).

Spléachadh uaigneach na samhraí lasmuigh.

A lonesome glimpse of summer beyond.

Tá na scamaill dorcha ag druidim i dtreo a chéile sa spéir.

The dark clouds are moving closer to each other in the sky.

Tá Cian, le croí lán d'ionchas agus gean, níos néal a bhí riamh dá shaol, ag siúl in aoire ar an imeall.

Cian, with a heart full of anticipation and affection, more dreamy than ever in his life, is walking in reverie on the edge.

Tháinig a dhóthain courage air anois.

He had gathered enough courage now.

Ba é seo an áit foirfe, b'fhéidir an t-am ceart.

This was the perfect place, perhaps the right time.

Tháinig Aisling leis, ach rud beag coimeádach.

Aisling came with him, but somewhat reserved.

Bhí a cuid smaointe eile aici, braistintí nach raibh hereil a lua go fóill.

She had her own different thoughts, feelings she hadn't dared to express yet.

Sa chúlra, lean Niamh iad.

In the background, Niamh followed them.

Choinnigh sí ina hintinn a rún féin, iarracht gan sárú ar an gcás searbhasach.

She kept her secret to herself, trying not to overshadow the bittersweet situation.

Bhí grá aici go mór do Chian, ach níor theastaigh uaithi a gcaidreamh a chur i mbaol.

She loved Cian dearly, but she didn't want to jeopardize their relationship.

Tríd an ngaoth ag borradh, thosaigh Cian ag labhairt, "Aisling, tá rud éigin agam le rá leat."

Through the rising wind, Cian began to speak, "Aisling, I have something to say to you."

Stop Aisling agus d'fhéach sé go géar air, amhail is rud éigin d'uireasa a fuaireas a tharraingt.

Aisling stopped and looked sharply at him, as if something unmet tugged at her.

Ansin, mar a dhéanfadh fear méanmnach, shleamhnaigh Cian ar a ghlúin.

Then, as a man of determination would, Cian slipped to his knee.

Go tobann, bhuail scairdfuithlean uaigneach ar an bhfairrge thíos níos mó a callán ná riamh, agus péist na gaoithe rinne raid ar na scamaill!

Suddenly, a lonely wave crashed on the sea below louder than ever, and a gust of wind swept through the clouds!

D'ardaigh fearthainn.

Rain began to pour.

Bhain Aisling siar; thug sí céim ar gcúl.

Aisling recoiled; she took a step back.

Gnáthiontas na hAnama.

The usual bewilderment of the Soul.

Ansin, tharla rud uafásach.

Then, something terrible happened.

D'iompaigh an ghaoth gach ar chlé.

The wind turned everything around.

Thit an bheirt acu.

Both of them fell.

Bhí sé cosúil le cluiche mór a thug na déithe orthu.

It was as if a great game played by the gods took them.

Bhí sé scanrúil.

It was terrifying.

D’ardaigh an dúil romhainn agus iad go léir iomlán clúdaithe leis an mbáisteach anois.

The desire ahead lifted them, now all completely covered in the rain.

Dh’fhaighde Cian, d’oscail súile a croí.

Cian pleaded, his heart's eyes open.

Dhiúltaigh Aisling i gcoinsias, "Níl mé réidh, Cian."

Aisling declined consciously, "I'm not ready, Cian."

Bhí súilí iorónta.

Her eyes ironic.

Leis sin, thuig Cian ní raibh aige ann ach fantaisíocht.

With that, Cian realized all he had was a fantasy.

Bíonn sé deacair an grá a dhóchais a bheith réchúiseach, ach fuair sé amach ní mór a bheith fíorshaordúil leis féin.

It is hard to reconcile hopeful love, but he found out how essential it is to be truly honest with oneself.

Dh'fhan Niamh ciúin.

Niamh remained quiet.

D’fhéach sí orthu arís.

She looked at them again.

Glac sí, agus bhog sí ar aghaidh ina croí féin.

She acknowledged, and moved on in her own heart.

Bhí cairdeas gobadh ó hereil.

Friendship sprouted from hesitation.

Tar éis druidim agus súgradh na stoirme, chruinnigh siad ar ais go sábháilte.

After the storm's advance and play, they gathered back safely.

Chuir an aimsir coin claochlainn orthu.

The weather had changed them profoundly.

Spreag Aisling a gcumas a bheith dáiríre faoi conas a bhraitheann sí i ndáiríre.

Aisling inspired their ability to be sincere about how she truly felt.

Bhain Cian, faoi dheireadh, an ceacht an domhain nach i gcónaí mar atá réaltacht an phláscaigh is fearr, ach mar a bhfuil croí fíor.

Cian, finally, learned the world's lesson that reality often differs from romantic ideals, but the true heart is what matters.

San uaigneas ciúin sin, ag breathnú amach ar fharraige fhiáin agus isteach i bpé scamaill ag luaith, fuair Cian agus Aisling go léir.

In that quiet solitude, looking out at the wild sea and into any clouds drifting, Cian and Aisling found clarity.

Bhí sé fós ina lá geal, fiú amháin tranglamach i gailfhéar na hoíche.

It was still a bright day, even amidst the tumult in the night's gale.