Dúil
Desire

• Bhí naíonán fireann ag imirt le gligín ar an mbrat urláir, in aice le cathaoir ina raibh a mháthair suite agus í ag léamh leabhair. Chuir sé scairt mheidhreach as féin, gach uile uair a chuala sé an torann binn a tháinig as an deis tar éis a craite. Ansin thit an gligín as a lámha. Tugadh scathamh beag ar siúl é, trasna an urláir, ag sciorradh agus ag iompó. Thit an naíonán ar a bholg nuair a shin sé é féin amach roimhe, le breith ar an rud beag gleoite.
  

  A baby boy was playing with a little bell/rattle on the carpet, next to a chair where his mother was sitting and reading a book. He made a merry shout every time he heard the sweet noise that came from the right[deis??? hand] after its shaking. Then the bell fell from his hands. It was given a little while to walk, across the floor, slipping and turning. The baby fell onto his stomach as he reached out to grab the pretty little thing.

  Dúil	desire, expectation, hope; element (of creation), created thing, creature	f
  naíonán	infant	m
  fireann	Male; Manly, virile; Real, thorough
  gligín	Little bell, tinkler, rattle(r); Tinkle; Rattle-brained person	n
  scairt	Shout; call, summons; …	f
  meidhreach	Mirthful, merry, gay; frisky, sportive
  torann	noise	m
  binn	weet, melodious
  deis	Right hand; right-hand side; Suitable, convenient, position; facility; Proper condition	f
  croite	shaken
  scaitheamh	Space of time, while, spell	m
  sciorradh	Slip, slide, skid	m
  iompó = iompú	Turning, turn
  gleoite	Neat, pretty; lovely, charming, delightful

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Faoi Dheireadh Thiar Faoi Dheireadh Thiar – gníomh a do (tuilleadh)
At Long Last (continued)

• 
  MEAIG: Tá mé ag iarraidh a dhul in éineacht le Coilmin.
  MÁIRÍN: Seo i do leaba anois, a Mheaig, nó go socróidh tú sios, is ná cloisim focal eile as ceachtar agaibh.
  MEAIG: Ara muise, a bhundúin, ní thabharfaidh tú mo dhúshlánsa. Ach fan go dtiocfaidh Darach ar ais. Bainfidh sé sin fuil as na polláirí agat. (Cuireann sí an phluid ar a ceann.)
  MÁIRÍN: By dad, ach meas tú cén sórt folach bhíog í seo?
  JACKIE: (Ag cur a dhá lámh timpeall ar Mháirín): O,a Mháirín. (deep emotion)
  MÁIRÍN: Ná bí ag caoineadh, a Jackie
  JACKIE: D’inis mé an fhirinne dhó.
  MÁIRÍN: Oh Lord, is céard a tharla?
  

  MEAIG: I want to go with together with Coilmin.
  MÁIRÍN: This is your bed now, Meag, until you settle down, and I won’t hear another word from either of you.
  MEAIG: Ah indeed, you ass, you won’t challenge me. But wait until Darach comes back. He will get blood out of your nostrils. (She puts the blanket on her head.)
  MÁIRÍN: My dad, but what kind of hid-and-seek do you think this is?
  JACKIE: (Putting her arms around Máirín): Oh, Máirín
  MÁIRÍN: Don’t cry, Jackie.
  JACKIE: I told him the truth.
  MÁIRÍN: Oh Lord, what happened?

  ceachtar	Either, one or other of two; (with neg.) neither
  bundún	Fundament; bottom.	m
  dúshlán	Challenge, defiance	m
  polláire	Nostril; Button-hole	m
  pluid	blanket	f
  folach	Hiding, covering, concealment	m
  folach bíog	hide-and-seek

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Faoi Dheireadh Thiar Faoi Dheireadh Thiar – gníomh a do (tuilleadh)
At Long Last (continued)

• 
  TAIMÍN: Thug tú do dheargéitheach.
  COILMÍN: Nach tú fhéin a dhíbir é, ag ceapadh gur cheart dhó aithris a dhéanamh ort, dhá choinneail ag sclábhaiocht ó dhubh go dubh is ó bhliain go bliain. Nach bhfeicinn an flashlamp leagtha ar an iomaire agat is tú ag iarraidh a bheith ag cur cupla iomaire fataí théis do lá oibre.
  TAIMÍN: Ní raibh lá ar bith sách fada dhomsa, ní hé fearacht go leor eile é.
  COILMÍN: Rófhada atá siad anois dhuit. Róbharainneach a bhí tú, a Taimin. Chuile phunt brúite síos i sparán agat agus ruóg air a bhí chomh fáiscthe le tóin lachan.
  TAIMÍN: Ba é mo chuid fhéin é.
  COILMÍN: Cén mhaith an deabhail dhuit é anois? Rinne tú éagóir ar do mhac dhá fhágáil ar phócaí folamh. Is minic a thug mise luach deoch do do mhac.

  TAIMÍN: You gave an utter falsehood.
  COILMÍN: Didn’t you yourself drive him out, thinking he should imitate you, two detained in slavery from dawn to dusk and from year to year. Don’t you see the flashlight placed on the ridge you have when you are tryimg to plant a ridges of potatoes after your work day.
  TAIMÍN: No day was long enough for me, unlike so many others.
  COILMÍN: They are too long now. You were too thrifty, Taimín. Every pound pressed down in your purse and the purse-string on in as tight as a duck’s butt.
  TAIMÍN: It was my own.
  COILMÍN: What the devil good is it to you now? You did your son wrong leaving him with empty pockets. I often gave your son the price of a drink.

  maintenance; retention; detention

  deargéitheach	Utter falsehood	m
  díbir	Drive out, banish, expel
  aithris	Narrate, recite; imitate
  coinneáil		f
  iomaire	ridge
  sách	Full, sated, satisfied; Sufficiently, enough
  fearacht	Like, as, in the manner of
  barainneach	Thrifty; careful, parsimonious
  brúite	Pressed, crushed
  ruóg	Waxed cord; Tanned cord
  fáiscthe	Squeezed, compressed; Tightened, tight; Well-knit; compact; Trim, tidy; neatly dressed
  éagóir	Injustice, wrong; unfairness, inequity	f

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Faoi Dheireadh Thiar Faoi Dheireadh Thiar – gníomh a do (tuilleadh)
At Long Last (continued)

• 
  MEAIG: Is that you, Lily a leana? Lily? Come here to Mamó and give me my clothes is grá mo chroí thú. Ach cén deabhal stodam atá inniu ort? Lily? (De scread.) Come here, a bhitch! . . . Come here a deirim … Scread mhaidne ar do chuid spreangaidi caola. Put down the kettle is déan dhá bhlogam tae, a leana… Lily… Lily? Come here to Mamó a deirim … Ná raibh tú [d.l. 68] ar choinleach an fhómhair, muis, a scubaidin bhradach, ag imeacht is t’imleacán??] leis. Ach cá bhfágfá é is an bhriogaill de mháthair atá agat! Ag cur corannaí ina tóin is airde péint uirthi. Lily? A, muise, tiocfaidh tú aríst nuair atá airgead ag teastáil uait. Ach tabharfaidh mise maide ar airdín a chúil dhuit.
  

  MEAIG: Is that you, Lily child? Lily? Come here to Grandma and give me my clothes you are the love of my heart. But what devilish huffiness are you today? Lily? (With a scream) Come here, bitch! . . . Come here I say. A morning scream your spindle-shanks. Put down the kettle and make two cups of tea, child. Lily… Lily? Come here to Grandma I say…. You were not on the autumn harvest stubble, indeed, you little theiving hussy leaving and with your navel with him. But where would you leave him and the irritable mother you have! Putting crowns in her and paint on her highest backside. Lily? Ah, indeed, you will come again when you need money. But I’ll give you a stick to beat your back.

  stodam	Huff, huffiness	m
  Scread mhaidne	confound
  spreangaide	Long thin limb	f
  blogam = bolgam	mouthful, cup of tea between meals	m
  coinleach	Stubble; stubble-field	m
  scubaid	hussy	f
  bradach	Thief, plunderer	m, a
  bhriogaill = briogaid	Touchy, irritable, person	f
  cúl	back [of something]
  cúil	corner	f
  airdín	????

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