An lá earraigh geal seo, bhí an aer lán de nádúr agus tintreach fionn.

On this bright spring day, the air was full of nature and golden lightning.

Bhí Ciara ag siúl go cúramach ar bharr Aillte an Mhothair, ar thóir na híochtaráin foirfe a d’fhéadfadh íomhá iontach den ghrian ag dul faoi a ghabháil.

Ciara was walking carefully on the top of the Cliffs of Moher, in search of the perfect angles to capture an incredible image of the setting sun.

Bhí a súil ar luachra na gréine a bhí ag dul ar neamhní gan a bheith buartha faoina tuirse.

Her eye was on the fading glow of the sun, undisturbed by her fatigue.

B’iontach an sean-ceannaire turas a bhí ann, Niall, fir a bhí cleachtaithe leis an áit álainn seo.

The tour leader was remarkable, Niall, a man familiar with this beautiful place.

Bhí a chroí lán de ghrá don stair agus áilleacht na Gaeltachta.

His heart was full of love for the history and beauty of the Gaeltacht.

Cé gur thug sé cúram do gach cuairteoir ar an turas, bhí fonn air níos mó ná sin, nasc a dhéanamh, rud a bheadh i gcuimhne níos faide ná a laethanta mar threoraí.

Although he cared for each visitor on the tour, he longed for more than just that: to make a connection that would be remembered long after his days as a guide.

Os cionn na n-aillte a bhí siad, crith na gaoithe timpeall orthu, agus an boladh salainn ó Aigéan Atlantach ag líonadh a scamhóga.

Above the cliffs they were, the wind trembling around them, and the salty smell from the Atlantic Ocean filling their lungs.

D’éist Ciara le fuaim na tonnta ag bualadh go gasta, ag scéalaíocht na bhfonn atá imithe.

Ciara listened to the sound of the waves crashing quickly, telling the tales of past tunes.

Cheap sí go raibh an íomhá beagnach ina lámh aici.

She thought the image was almost within her grasp.

Ach gan choinne, d'fhan a croí.

But unexpectedly, her heart paused.

Thosaigh an tuirse ag gabháil ormós, an buí breá ag briseadh ar aghaidh.

Fatigue began to pay homage, with the beautiful yellow breaking forward.

Leis an ghaoth fhuar a séideáin, bhraith sí an súma isteach i spás meabhrach.

With the cold wind blowing, she felt herself sinking into a mental space.

Bhíodh Niall ag faire ó choirnéal a shúl, a aire i gcónaí ar a chuairteoirí.

Niall watched from the corner of his eye, his attention always on his visitors.

Nuair a chonaic sé Ciara á fáil bháis, ní raibh an dara rogha aige.

When he saw Ciara faltering, he had no other choice.

Lig sé gráinne díomá ar an suíomh luaineach mar a rith sé chuici, ag iarraidh í a fháil sula bpléascfadh an gaoth í thar imeall na haille.

He pushed aside a grain of disappointment at the precarious site as he ran to her, trying to catch her before the wind blew her over the cliff edge.

Sheas sé taobh thiar di, láimh ar cófra.

He stood behind her, hand on her chest.

“Tá tú ceart go leor,” a dúirt sé go ciúin, a shúile ag iarraidh compord a chur inti.

“You’re okay,” he said quietly, his eyes attempting to comfort her.

“Níl mé cinnte,” arsa Ciara, ag mothú ionadh as a laige féin.

“I’m not sure,” Ciara said, feeling astonished at her own weakness.

D'iarr sí orthu éirí, Niall in aice léi, agus chuaigh siad níos faide ón imeall.

She asked to move away, with Niall beside her, and they went farther from the edge.

Suas airigh sí cuiriall ag teacht thar uirthi, léir ar Niall go raibh sí beo.

She felt a surge of dizziness pass over her, evident to Niall that she was alive.

Bhí na daoine eile fós ag baint taitnimh as na radharcanna.

The others were still enjoying the views.

Ciara tharraingt bhreá an griangraf, gníomhtoir taobh istigh di anois croí buíoch.

Ciara finally captured the beautiful photograph, a doer inside her now with a grateful heart.

Ní raibh rithim lúb Niall le neamhaird ná leisce níos mó.

Niall's rhythmic loop was no longer ignored or hesitant.

Rud speisialta at ciarta.

Something special was unfolding.

Sitting ar chaisleán síon, Niall agus Ciara féachaint ar an nádúr luathchríche.

Sitting on a weathered castle, Niall and Ciara watched the pristine nature.

Bhí léas ar an tsaoil anois ó chomhrá ar scáth an athraithe.

There was now a glimpse of life from a conversation in the shadow of change.

Bhí an tuiscint is áille acu araon go minic, ag foghlaim teagascanna ónár chéile, an radharc ar na hAillte ab áille fós.

They both had the most beautiful understanding often, learning lessons from one another, with the view of the Cliffs more beautiful than ever still.