Lá fuar gheimhridh a bhí ann agus bhí neart fuinnimh ag an gcailín óg darb ainm Saoirse.

It was a cold winter's day, and the young girl named Saoirse was full of energy.

Bhí sí díreach tar éis taisteal go Caisleán na Blarnan leis an smaoineamh go mbeadh an lá seo mar lá speisialta ina saol.

She had just traveled to Blarney Castle with the thought that this day would be a special one in her life.

Bhreathnaigh sí suas go hard ag an gcloch mhór - Cloch na Blarnan - agus shonaigh a súile le dúil.

She gazed up at the huge stone - the Blarney Stone - and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Bhí sí cinnte go mbeadh ádh dearg uirthi má phógfadh sí an chloch seo.

She was sure that she would have good luck if she kissed this stone.

Le taobh Saoirse, sheas a deartháir, Finnegan, agus a deirfiúr, Roisín.

Beside Saoirse stood her brother, Finnegan, and her sister, Roisín.

Bhí siad ar bís freisin ach imníoch faoi Saoirse agus a cuid pleananna dána.

They were also excited but worried about Saoirse and her daring plans.

D'oscail Roisín a mála agus thóg sí amach scairf teolaí dhearg.

Roisín opened her bag and took out a red woolen scarf.

"Más gá duit é, beidh sé anseo," a dúirt sí le hamhrasach.

"If you need it, it will be here," she said doubtfully.

Ritheadh nóiméad, agus chuaigh Saoirse i dtreo an chloiche.

In no time, Saoirse headed towards the stone.

Lean Roisín agus Finnegan í le lámha ar a mbeola le teann teannais.

Roisín and Finnegan followed her with bated breath.

Shiúil Saoirse ar ais, chas leis an dá súil dúnta, agus chuir sí a beola le cloch ná Blarnan go mall.

Saoirse walked back, turned with her eyes closed, and gently placed her lips to the Blarney Stone.

Go tobann!

Suddenly!

Bhraith Saoirse nach bhféadfadh sí a beola a bhogadh.

Saoirse felt that she couldn't move her lips.

Bhí siad greamaithe don chloch!

They were stuck to the stone!

Cé go ndearna Roisín agus Finnegan iarracht gan gáire, thosaigh imní ag fás iontu.

Although Roisín and Finnegan tried not to laugh, worry started to grow inside them.

D'iarr Saoirse ar a deartháir agus a deirfiúr cabhrú léi.

Saoirse asked her brother and sister for help.

Tháinig Finnegan ar dtús agus rinne sé iarracht tarraingt uirthi go réidh, ach níor oibrigh sin.

Finnegan came first and tried to pull her gently, but that didn't work.

Roisín ansin, agus an scairf dhearg fós ina lámha, fuair sí smaoineamh cliste.

Then Roisín, with the red scarf still in her hands, had a clever idea.

Chuir sí an scairf ar nós comhbhrúite te timpeall liopaí Saoirse, ag súil go mbeadh sé mar mhaolú ar an bhfuacht agus go scaoilfeadh sé a beola.

She wrapped the scarf around Saoirse's lips, hoping it would thaw the cold and release her lips.

Go mall agus go cúramach, tar éis tamaill de chomhbhrú te, d'éirigh leis an dtriúr acu Saoirse a shaoradh, a beola dearg ach slán sábháilte.

Slowly and carefully, after a while of gentle rubbing, the three of them managed to free Saoirse, her lips red but safe.

Le croí eascairdiúil agus aoibh gháire leathan ar a haghaidh, ghabh Saoirse buíochas lena deartháir agus a deirfiúr as a gcuid cúraim agus cliste.

With a relieved heart and a wide smile on her face, Saoirse thanked her brother and sister for their care and clever thinking.

D'aontaigh an triúr acu nár cheart aon ní a thógáil ró-dáiríre, fiú seanfhaisean an áidh.

The three of them agreed not to take things too seriously, not even superstitions.

Agus d'fhoghlaim Saoirse, d'ainneoin a heachtra aisteach sin, léacht luachmhar faoi ghreim an chreidimh agus an t-ádh, agus go mbeadh siad i gcónaí níos sona nuair a bhíonn siad le chéile ag tabhairt cúnamh dá chéile.

And Saoirse learned, despite that strange event, a valuable lesson about the grip of faith and luck, and that they would always be happier when they were together helping each other.

Agus, in ainneoin nach bhfuair sí deis fíor aitheantais a thabhairt don chloch álainn, d'aithin Saoirse nach raibh sí de dhíth uirthi - bhí an t-ádh is fearr ar domhan aici cheana féin: grá a teaghlaigh.

And, despite not getting a true recognition for the beautiful stone, Saoirse recognized that she didn't need it - she already had the best luck in the world: her family's love.