Nuair a shroich siad an áit bhí an Rí Hart is an Bhanríon Hart ina suí ar a gcathaoir ríoga agus comhthionól mór ina dtimpeall—scata mór de gach uile chineál éan beag agus beithíoch beag, chomh maith le paca iomlán cártaí: bhí an Cuileata ansiúd ina sheasamh os a gcomhair, é ceangailte le slabhraí agus saighdiúir ar garda ar gach aon taobh de; díreach taobh leis an Rí bhí an Coinín Bán, stoc i lámh leis agus scrolla meamraim sa lámh eile. Bhí bord i gceartlár na cúirte agus mias mhór cácaí ina luí air; bhí siad ag féachaint chomh deas sin nuair a bhreathnaigh Eilís orthu gur chuir siad uisce lena fiacla—“Faraor nach bhfuil an triail thart,” a dúirt sí léi féin, “agus an bia á chur timpeall!” Ach ba bheag an baol go dtarlódh sé sin; thosaigh sí mar sin ag féachaint ar gach rud thart uirthi chun an t-am a chur di.

When they reached the place where the King of Hearts and the Queen of Hearts were sitting on their throne with a big gathering around them—a big crowd of all sorts of small birds and small beasts, as well as a full deck of cards: the Jack was standing there in front of them, bound with chains and a soldier on guard on each side of him; just next to the King was the White Rabbit, trumpet in one hand and a memo scroll in the other. There was a table in the exact center of the court and a large dish of cakes lying on it; they seemed so nice when Alice looked at them that she watered her teeth—”Alas, the trial is not over,” she said to herself, “and the food being passed around!” But there was little danger of that happening so she started looking at everything around her to pass the time.

Lig an Turtar osna dhomhain agus chuimil sé a lapa mór trasna a dhá shúil. D’fhéach sé ar Eilís agus thug sé iarracht ar labhairt léi, ach ní fhéadfadh sé focal a thabhairt leis go ceann píosa, tháinig a leithéid sin de thocht ar a chroí. “Ba dhóigh leat go raibh cnámh sa scornach á thachtadh,” arsa an Ghríobh; agus thosaigh sé á chroitheadh agus á bhualadh sa droim. Fuair an Turtar Bréige a ghlór sa deireadh thiar, agus thosaigh ag caint arís agus na deora ag sileadh go fras síos a leicne:—

The Turtle let out a deep sigh and he rubbed his large paw across his two eyes. He looked at Alice and he tried to talk to her, but he could not say [give] a word in one piece, such a strain came to his heart. “You would think there was a bone in his throat strangling [him],” said the Griffin and he began shaking him and hitting him in the back. The Mock Turtle found his voice at long last, and he started talking again as the tears were dripping copiously down his cheeks.

“Ní féidir leat a shamhlú a[however much] shásta is atáim thusa a fheiceáil arís, a sheanchara[vocative] dhil!” arsa an Bandiúc, agus í ag sacadh a láimhe[g following vn] go ceanúil faoi ascaill Eilíse agus iad ag siúl ar aghaidh le chéile.
Ba chúis áthais le hEilís í a fháil agus giúmar grianmhar mar sin uirthi, agus dúirt sí léi féin go mb’fhéidir gurb [direct rel clause] é an piobar a rinne chomh fíochmhar sin í nuair a casadh[past aut] ar a chéile sa chistin iad.

“You can’t imagine how happy I am to see you again, dear old friend!” said the Duchess, and she affectionately thrust her hand under Alice’s arm as they walked forward together.
Alice was delighted to find her in a cheerful mood like that and she said to herself that it might have been the pepper that made her so fierce when they met each other in the kitchen.

Bhí crann mór róis [g] ina sheasamh gar do gheata an ghairdín [g]: is geal a bhí na rósanna ag fás air, ach bhí triúr gairneoirí ina thimpeall agus iad go gnóthach á bpéinteáil dearg. Chonacthas d’Eilís gurbh an-aisteach an rud é agus dhruid sí leo ionas gur fearr a d’fheicfeadh sí iad. Nuair a bhí sí ag teacht i láthair, d’airigh sí duine díobh á rá, “Fainic, a Chúig! Ná bí ag stealladh péinte [g] orm mar sin!”

A large rose tree was standing near the gate of the garden: The roses growing on it were white, but there were 3 gardeners around it and they were busy painting them red. This was seen by Alice to be a very strange thing and she moved closer to them so she could see them better. When she came up to them, she heard one of them saying, “Watch out, Five! Don’t be splashing paint on me like that!”