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Oisín, in the Land of the Young

(english)

 

A long, long time ago, Oisín (Asin) and the Fianna (Fionn's (Fin) companions) were out hunting.  They saw a beautiful girl riding a white horse. When she approached Oisín asked,  "What is your name?"  To which the beautiful young girl replied, "My name is Niamh (Niv)."  "And my father is the Ri (King) of the Land of the Young."  Looking into Oisin's eyes she fell in love with Oisín.  "Come with me to the Land of the Young", said Niamh.  Oisín climbed on her horse and together they rode off to the Land of the Young.

 

As they crossed the sea to the Land of the Young.  When they arrived, Oisín knew he would be very happy in the Land of the Young.  He was right; he had a very pleasant time.  But time passed, and before he knoew it 300 years passed by.  Nobody ever got old or sick or died in the Land of the Young.  But Oisín got lonely.  One day he approached Niamh and said, "I want to go back to Ireland to see Fionn and the Fianna again."  "Alright", said Niamh.  "Ypu will need to bring the white horse with you.  But remember, and this is important, do not set foot on land in Ireland!"

 

Oisín road  the white horse cross the sea back to Ireland.  But the country had changed.  Fionn and the Fianna were dead.  Oisín was very sad.  "I'll go back to the Land of the Young," he thought to himself.

 

As he rode off, he saw a group of men working in the field.  There was a rock blocking the road, so he bent down and moved the rock.  As he did, he fell to the ground.  The horse ran back to the Land of The Young without him.  Within no time at all Oisin's years caught up with him (he was over 300 years old at the time).  The men took him to meet St. Patrick.  Oisín told him about Fionn and the Fianna, and about Niamh and the Land of the Young.  Then he died.

 

OISÍN i dTÍR na nÓG

(gaelic)
 

Fadó, fadó, bhí Oisín agus na Fianna amuigh ag fiach.  Chonaic siad cailín álainn ar chapall bán.  "Cé tú féin?", arsa Oisín.  "Is mise Niamh", ar sise.   "Tá m'athair in Rí ar Thír na nÓg."  Thit sí i ngrá le hOisín.  "Tar liom go Tír na nÓg", arsa Niamh.  D'imigh Oisín léi ar an gcapall bán.  Chuaigh siad thar an bhfarraige go Tír na nÓg.  Bhí Oisín an-sásta i dTír na nÓg.  Bhí saol an-deas aige ann.  D'imigh 300 bliain thart.  Níor éirigh éinne sean nó tinn i dTír na nÓg.  Ach bhí uaigneas ar Oisín: "Ba mhaith liom dul ar ais go hÉireann chun Fionn agus na Fianna a fheiceáil arís." "Tá go maith", arsa Niamh."  Tabhair leat an capall bán.  Ach ná cuir cos ar an talamh in Éirinn!"  D'imigh Oisín ar ais thar na farraige go hÉireann.  Ach bhí athrú mór an tír. Bhí Fionn agus na Fianna marbh.  Bhí an-bhrón ar Oisín.  "Rachaidh mé ar ais go Tír na nÓg", ar sé.  Chonaic sé grúpa fear ag obair sa pháirc.  Chrom sé síos agus bhog sé an cloch.  Ach thit sé go talamh.  D'imigh an capall ar ais go Tír na nÓg.  D'éirigh Oisín sean.  Bhí sé níos mó ná 300 bliain d'aois!  Thug na fir go Naomh Pádraig é.   D'inis sé dó faoi Fionn agus na Fianna.  D'inis sé dó faoi Niamh agus Tír na nÓg.  Ansin fuair sé bás.