Bhí an ghaoth fuar ag séideadh trí ghairdíní Náisiúnta Luibheolaíochta Bhaile Átha Cliath.

The cold wind was blowing through the Gairdíní Náisiúnta Luibheolaíochta Bhaile Átha Cliath.

Bhí an sneachta ag clúdach na plandaí go léir mar chlúdach bán.

The snow was covering all the plants like a white blanket.

Shiúil Cian tríd na cosáin chasta, a intinn achrannach le smaointe agus amhras.

Cian walked through the winding paths, his mind tangled with thoughts and doubts.

Bhí plean aige inniu, plean éigeandála.

He had a plan today, an emergency plan.

Mhair Alba, cara dílis Cian, ag streachailt le breoiteacht gan ainm.

Alba, a loyal friend of Cian, was struggling with an unnamed illness.

Níor fhéadfadh na dochtúirí míniú cuimsitheach a thabhairt.

The doctors couldn't provide a comprehensive explanation.

Ach shamhlaigh Cian faoi phlanda speisialta, ceann a bhféadfadh é a leigheas, más ann dó ar chor ar bith.

But Cian dreamed of a special plant, one that could heal her, if it existed at all.

Ollphlanda Ceilteach a bhí air, agus deir siad go bhfuil sé i bhfolach i ngairdíní nach eol do mhórán.

It was called the Ollphlanda Ceilteach, and they say it's hidden in gardens unknown to many.

Bhí an gairdín go hálainn.

The garden was beautiful.

Staid éirimiúil agus ciúin a bhí ann, ach bhí imní ar Cian mar bhí a chara ag éirí níos laige gach lá.

It was a serene and intelligent setting, but Cian was anxious because his friend was getting weaker every day.

Bhí clú agus cáil ar Mháire, botanóir iomráiteach i mBaile Átha Cliath, as a cuid eolais, ach ba iomaí uair a chuir sí síos air.

Máire, a renowned botanist in Baile Átha Cliath, was famous for her knowledge, but many times she dismissed him.

Níorbh fhusa dó cabhair a lorg.

It wasn't easy for him to seek help.

“An féidir liom é seo a dhéanamh liom féin?

"Can I do this by myself?"

” Cian d’fhiafraigh sé dó féin, teacht go dtí crossbhóthar an rogha.

Cian asked himself, coming to the crossroads of choice.

Sa deireadh, shocraigh sé muinín a chur ina chuid scileanna féin.

In the end, he decided to rely on his own skills.

Bhí a fhios aige cad iad na comharthaí ba cheart dó a lorg.

He knew what signs to look for.

Sa chuid is cúlraíoch den ghairdín, faoina chochall sneachta gléineach, chonaic sé é.

In the most secluded part of the garden, under its gleaming snow hood, he saw it.

Ceann na duilleoga, is cosúil leis an tuairisc a bhí aige sa láimhseáil an Ghaeilge.

The tip of the leaves, resembling the description he had in his grasp of Gaeilge.

Bhí fonn air é a tharrtháil, ach chrith a lámh.

He was eager to rescue it, but his hand trembled.

Bhí an stoirme sneachta ag éirí níos troime.

The snowstorm was getting heavier.

Chaith Cian nóiméad gairid ag machnamh, ach ansin tharraing sé misneach as domhan a intinne.

Cian spent a brief moment contemplating, but then he drew courage from the depths of his mind.

Tharraing sé an planda go cúramach as an talamh reoite.

He carefully extracted the plant from the frozen ground.

Nuair a d’fhill sé ar Alba, d’oibrigh sé leis an leigheas.

When he returned to Alba, he worked with the remedy.

Laistigh de sheachtainí, thosaigh Alba dul i bhfeabhas.

Within weeks, Alba began to improve.

Fuair Cian muinín nua as a bheith ábalta troid ar son na bhfíorchairde.

Cian gained new confidence in being able to fight for true friends.

D'imigh an sneachta agus tháinig an t-earrach le soiléireacht nua.

The snow disappeared and spring arrived with new clarity.

D’fhoghlaim Cian gur fiú a eolas a roinnt, agus uaireanta, is maith an rud é cúnamh a fháil.

Cian learned that it's worth sharing knowledge, and sometimes, it's good to seek help.

Bhí an botánóir novice anois ina shaineolaí ardmuiníne, ní hamháin mar gheall ar a chuid eolais, ach mar gheall ar a chumas dul i dteagmháil le tacaíocht nuair a bhíonn gá leis.

The novice botanist was now an expert with high confidence, not only because of his knowledge but because of his ability to reach out for support when needed.