Lá amháin, i lár coille draíochta, bhí cairde triúir ag siúl.

Once, in the middle of a magical forest, three friends were walking.

Bhí Finnegan, O'Rourke, agus McCormack ar thuras go Caisleán na Blarnan chun an cloch cáiliúil, An Cloch Bhlarney, a phógadh.

There was Finnegan, O'Rourke, and McCormack on a journey to Blarney Castle to kiss the famous stone, the Blarney Stone.

Síltear go dtugann sé sin ádh agus cumas cainte duit.

It is said to give you luck and the gift of gab.

Nuair a shroicheadar an áit, bhain siad triail as an nós ársa.

When they reached the place, they tried the old tradition.

Bhí sé seo ar an liosta rudaí le déanamh ag Finnegan roimh a theacht go hÉirinn.

This was on the list of things to do by Finnegan before coming to Ireland.

Bhí sceitimíní air, ach freisin, imní beag faoin draíocht.

He was excited, but also a little worried about the magic.

"An bhfuil tú réidh?

"Are you ready?"

" arsa McCormack le gáire mór.

McCormack said with a big smile.

Bhí Finnegan ag meabhrú scéalta a sheanmháthar faoin gCloch seo.

Finnegan was recalling old stories from his grandmother about this Stone.

Chuir sé i gcuimhne dóibh faoi na rialacha: "Caithfidh tú tú féin a iompú siar agus an chloch a phógadh.

He reminded them of the rules: "You have to lean back and kiss the stone."

"Lean na cairde le chéile go dtí an Cloch.

The friends continued on to the Stone.

Bhí O'Rourke agus McCormack ag faire go dlúth.

O'Rourke and McCormack watched closely.

Le hiontas, chonaiceadar go bhfuair Finnegan a theanga greamaithe den chloch fhuar!

To their surprise, they saw Finnegan getting his tongue stuck to the cold stone!

"Ó mo chroí!

"Oh my heart!"

" arsa O'Rourke.

said O'Rourke.

"Tá a theanga greamaithe!

"His tongue is stuck!"

"Ní fhéadfadh Finnegan labhairt.

Finnegan couldn't speak.

Bhí cuma scanrúil air.

He looked scared.

D'fhéach sé ar a chairde go han-dóchasach.

He looked at his friends hopefully.

McCormack, nach raibh chomh suaimhneach sin, dúirt, "Caithfimid cabhair a fháil.

McCormack, who wasn't so calm, said, "We have to get help.

Tá sé in am!

It's time!"

"Rith O'Rourke chun corp na caisleán chun cabhair a lorg.

O'Rourke ran to the castle's body to find help.

Bhí an t-am ag imeacht go gasta.

Time was running out.

Bhí imní ar McCormack go dtarlódh rud éigin dona do Finnegan.

McCormack was worried something bad would happen to Finnegan.

Ar ais sa chaisleán, chuaigh O'Rourke go dtí an fear is sine a d'fhéadfadh sé a fháil.

Back in the castle, O'Rourke went to the oldest man he could find.

Bhí a fhios ag an seanfhear díreach cad atá le déanamh.

The old man knew exactly what to do.

"Uisce te," ar sé.

"Warm water," he said.

"Is é an t-aon dóigh é.

"It's the only way."

"Rith O'Rourke ar ais go ceann ráithe agus thug sé leis an uisce te.

O'Rourke ran back to a nearby stream and brought back the warm water.

Chuir McCormack an t-uisce te timpeall theanga Finnegan agus, ar deireadh, scaoil an chloch a greim.

McCormack poured the warm water around Finnegan's tongue, and eventually, the grip of the stone was released.

Bhí sé saor ar deireadh!

He was finally free!

Bhí gáire agus ceiliúradh go léir timpeall.

There was laughter and celebration all around.

D'inis Finnegan do na daoine go mbeadh sé buíoch go deo as an gcabhair.

Finnegan told the people how grateful he'd be for the help.

"Is breá liom Éire," arsa Finnegan, a theanga beagán tinn ach a chroí lán de fhondúireacht.

"I love Ireland," said Finnegan, his tongue a little sore but his heart full of gratitude.

Ón lá sin i leith, gach uair a chonaic siad cloch, rinne na cairde magadh faoin eachtra.

From that day on, every time they saw a stone, the friends joked about the incident.

Ach d'fhoghlaimsiad ceacht luachmhar: Caithfidh tú a bheith cúramach faoi na draíochtaí atá agat.

But they learned a valuable lesson: you have to be careful about your magic.

Agus bhí Finnegan, leis an gcuma ar a theanga, in ann scéalta a insint níos fearr ná riamh.

And Finnegan, with the look on his tongue, could tell stories better than ever.

Rinne sé gáire faoin eachtra, a fhios aige go raibh scéal le hinsint aige do ghlúnta atá le teacht.

He laughed about the incident, knowing he had a story to tell for generations to come.

Sníomh sé scéalta faoi draíocht, eachtraí, agus an tábhacht a bhaineann leis an gcabhair ó chairde.

He spun tales about magic, adventures, and the importance of help from friends.

Agus dáiríre, ní raibh sé de dhíth air an chloch a phógadh ar chor ar bith – bhí an bronntanas cainte aige i gcónaí, i ngach focal a dúirt sé óna chroí.

And truly, he never needed to kiss the stone again – he always had the gift of gab, in every word he said from the heart.