Ag amharc amach ar na haillte mór at Ard na Mhoiríne, bhí Dara ann, ag caint leis na turasóirí faoi na finscéalta is fearr leis.

Looking out over the great cliffs at Ard na Mhoiríne, Dara was there, talking to the tourists about his favorite legends.

Bhí an ghrian ag dul faoi agus bhí dath óir isteach sa spéir.

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue into the sky.

Ach bhí a súile dírithe ar an aigéan, áit a raibh solas iontais ag taitneamh.

But his eyes were fixed on the ocean, where a mysterious light was shining.

Ní raibh Dara i ndán a thuiscint cad é an solas sin.

Dara couldn't comprehend what that light was.

Láithreach, tháinig a chol ceathrair, Siobhán, chuige.

Suddenly, his cousin, Siobhán, came to him.

"Céard a bhíonn tú ag caint faoin solas sin?

"What are you talking about with that light?

Níl ann ach báid iascaireachta, b'fhéidir," arsa Siobhán, lena glór lán céille.

It's probably just fishing boats," said Siobhán, with her sensible voice.

Bhí Cian, an t-iascaire áitiúil, ag seasamh in aice leo.

Cian, the local fisherman, was standing near them.

Bhí aoibhínn chliste air.

He wore a clever smile.

"Ní bhíonn a fhios ag éinne céard atá sa loinnir sin," a dúirt sé go scáfar.

"No one knows what that glimmer is," he said cautiously.

"Ach cloistear scéalta.

"But stories are told."

""An gcreideann tú sna scéalta sin, a Chian?

"Do you believe in those stories, Cian?"

" a d'fhiafraigh Dara.

Dara asked.

Bhí a fhios ag an dá fhiosraí nár chóir aon rud a ghlacadh faoi dheara ó aincheist Cian.

The two knew well not to take anything lightly from Cian's conundrum.

"Tá rudaí ann nach féidir a mhíniú," arsa Cian, a aghaidh i leith na spéire.

"There are things that can't be explained," said Cian, his face turned towards the sky.

Bhí si ródheacair ag Dara cur suas leis an amhras i guth Siobháin.

It was too difficult for Dara to endure Siobhán's skeptical tone.

Bhí gá éigin aige an fhírinne a fháil amach.

A need drove him to find out the truth.

"Beimid ag teacht anocht," dúirt Dara, a shúile lán de dhóchas agus paisean.

"We'll be coming tonight," said Dara, his eyes full of hope and passion.

Bhí a fhios aige go ndearna Siobhán gáire le neamh-ardú guth, ach ní raibh aon chosc a chuir uirthi dul leis.

He knew Siobhán laughed quietly, but nothing prevented her from going with him.

Oíche dhorcha, gan ghealach, tháinig an triúr acu ar ais go dtí na haillte.

On a dark, moonless night, the three of them returned to the cliffs.

Bhí Cian ann, ag gearán faoi na taoide, ar nós beithíoch díblíne.

Cian was there, complaining about the tide, like a restless beast.

Bhí an solas fós ag lonrú, ag damhsa leis na tonnta.

The light was still shining, dancing with the waves.

Siobhan agus Dara ag coinne le chéile, cé go raibh imní and tuirse uirthi – rud a bhí inmholta dá dheartháir.

Siobhán and Dara held on to each other, even though she was anxious and tired—something commendable for her brother.

D'éirigh go gasta le croí Dara agus iad ag druidimid i dtreo an tsolais.

Dara's heart raced quickly as they approached the light.

Nuair a chonaic siad é, d’éirigh an uaigneas, amhail is dá mbeadh rún nochtaithe ós a gcomhair.

When they saw it, the loneliness lifted, as if a secret was revealed before them.

"Nach caoi deas déanta ag báisteach a d’fhág an solas díon céilí—agus í ag impí orainn go creideadh i dtaibhseanna?

"Isn't it nice how the rain left the porch light on—urging us to believe in ghosts?"

" arsa Cian, níos mealltach fós.

said Cian, more enticing than ever.

Bhí a fhios ag Dara ansin nach raibh sa solas ach rud nádúrtha ach bainteach leis na finscéalta a dtug sé grá dóibh.

Dara then knew the light was nothing but a natural phenomenon yet linked to the legends he loved.

Bhí rian iarainn ar a anam anois, idir réaltacht agus draíocht.

A trace of iron remained on his soul now, between reality and magic.

Agus bhí Siobhán, ag croíghabháil lena aghaidh, ag osclaionn a hintinn do na hoidhreachtacha àthas féir.

And Siobhán, holding her face, opened her mind to the joyful legacies of the grass.

Ag imeacht go réidh le béal an uisce, thuig Dara agus Siobhán go raibh sé éasca iontas a fháil in áilleacht nádúrtha na háite.

Gently leaving the water's edge, Dara and Siobhán realized it was easy to find wonder in the natural beauty of the place.

Léirigh an solas rud ceolmhar dúinn nár thuigeamar roimhe seo.

The light revealed a musicality to them they hadn't understood before.

Tá rudaí go leanfaidh muid orthu a fhiosrú, ach inniu ba leor bheith gáire faoi na haillte.

There are things we will continue to explore, but today it was enough to smile by the cliffs.