Bhí lá te samhraidh ann, an ghrian ag taitneamh tríd na fuinneoga móra sa leabharlann.

It was a hot summer day, the sun shining through the large windows in the library.

Bhí an áit sin ciúin i gcónaí, seilf tar éis seilfe lán le leabhair, agus boladh álainn seanleabhair i ngach áit.

That place was always quiet, shelf after shelf filled with books, and the beautiful scent of old books everywhere.

Ba iad na háiteanna seo mar thearmann do Aisling, dalta cúthaileach a bhí ag freastal ar an ardscoil áitiúil.

These places were like a sanctuary for Aisling, a shy student attending the local high school.

Chuir sí na sosanna caite san áit seo, ag léamh filíochta.

She spent her breaks in this place, reading poetry.

Tháinig Niamh isteach ann uair nó dhó freisin.

Niamh came in once or twice too.

Bhí sí gaoil leis Aisling, ach b'é a tréith ba láidre a chuid chainte agus gáire.

She was related to Aisling, but her strongest trait was her talk and laughter.

Chríochnaigh sí a cuideachta le Aisling gach uair, ag iarraidh a cara a spreagadh chun cainte le daoine eile.

She always finished her company with Aisling, trying to encourage her friend to talk to other people.

Lá amháin, agus í ina suí ina suíochán, chonaic Aisling Cian isteach sa leabharlann.

One day, as she was sitting in her seat, Aisling saw Cian entering the library.

B’fhear ciúin é, ach d’fhanfadh sé ann ar feadh uaireanta le leabhar ina lámh.

He was a quiet man, but he would stay there for hours with a book in his hand.

An lá seo bhí sé ag cur leabhar ar ais, "Coinnle Geala".

This day he was putting back a book, "Coinnle Geala".

Bhain an leabhar sin ciall domhain agus d’áilleacht ar leith as Aisling.

That book held deep meaning and particular beauty for Aisling.

Bhí a croí ag am seo ag preabadh ina cliabhrach.

Her heart was pounding in her chest at this time.

Bhí deis ag teacht agus chinn sí anuraidh ar a shyness a shárú.

An opportunity was coming, and she decided last year to overcome her shyness.

Shiúil sí go réidh chuig Cian agus d’fhiafraigh sí leis, "An maith leat filíocht?

She walked gently towards Cian and asked him, "Do you like poetry?"

"Thiontaigh Cian agus aoibh gháire ag baint a éadan nuair a d’aithin sé an leabhar ina lámh.

Cian turned, a smile touching his face when he recognized the book in her hand.

"Is aoibhinn liom í!

"I love it!"

" d’fhreagair sé go deas.

he answered warmly.

Thosaigh siad le comhrá mall, ach réidh scaoil a shyness Aisling.

They started with a slow conversation, but gradually Aisling's shyness faded away.

Thosaigh an comhrá faoin leabhar agus gan mhoill bhí siad ag roinnt a n-filí is fearr leo.

The conversation began about the book, and soon they were sharing their favorite poets.

Le huair amháin shíl Aisling go raibh sí ag brionglóid.

For a moment, Aisling thought she was dreaming.

Ach ní raibh sé, an bua sin a bhí aici, a labhairt le Cian, ba é an tús é ar chairdeas nua.

But she wasn't, that victory she had, speaking with Cian, was the start of a new friendship.

Ag deireadh lae, socraíodh go dtiocfaidís le chéile arís.

At the end of the day, they agreed to meet again.

Bhí lucht spreagtha faighinn ag barr a guth, iad ar bís lán spreagtha éisteacht le héiríleoirí nua.

The voices of enthusiasts rose at the top of their voice, eagerly excited to listen to new revelations.

An lá sin, d’fhág sí an leabharlann le muinín nua ina croí.

That day, she left the library with new confidence in her heart.

Thuig sí anois go bhféadfadh beart beag, strus beag cinneadh mór a dhéanamh sa saol.

She realized now that a small act, a little stress, could make a big decision in life.

Agus mar sin, d’fhaigheadh Aisling cairdeas agus muinín as díomnáin na leabhar agus an filíocht i dteach de cuirimse, an leabharlann.

And so, Aisling gained friendship and confidence from the sanctuary of books and poetry in a house of offerings, the library.