Lá breá grianmhar i gConamara a bhí ann.

It was a fine sunny day in Connemara.

Bhí an fhéile áitiúil ag tosú agus bhí gach duine ar bís.

The local festival was starting and everyone was excited.

Bhí Siobhán, Cian, agus Aoife ag siúl chuig an bpasáiste timpeall an sráidbhaile.

Siobhán, Cian, and Aoife were walking towards the passage around the village.

Bhí bratacha ildaite ag crochadh ó na tithe.

Colorful flags were hanging from the houses.

Bhí seanfhonn sa tóir.

There was an old tune being played.

Bhí a lán daoine bailithe timpeall an stáidse ar an sráid mhór.

A lot of people had gathered around the stage on the main street.

Ag an mbarr, bhí ceoltóirí ag seinm fonn traidisiúnta.

At the top, musicians were playing traditional tunes.

Bhí Siobhán ar bís, “Is breá liom an ceol seo!” a dúirt sí.

Siobhán was excited, "I love this music!" she said.

Chuaigh siad chuig an stáidse eile áit a raibh rang damhsa aige.

They went to another stage where a dance class was taking place.

“Breathnaigh!” a dúirt Cian.

“Look!” said Cian.

Bhí fear ard ag múineadh na céimeanna.

A tall man was teaching the steps.

Bhí Aoife cúthail, ach spreag Siobhán í, “Déanaimis iarracht, Aoife. Beidh sé spraoi.”

Aoife was shy, but Siobhán encouraged her, “Let’s give it a try, Aoife. It’ll be fun.”

Thosaigh Cian ag damhsa go bríomhar.

Cian started dancing energetically.

Bhain sé geit as Aoife mar bhí sé chomh maith sin ag damhsa.

Aoife was surprised because he was so good at dancing.

D’fhoghlaim Aoife na céimeanna agus go gairid bhí gach duine ag damhsa le chéile.

Aoife learned the steps and soon everyone was dancing together.

Bhí an t-atmaisféar lán le sonas.

The atmosphere was full of joy.

Tamall ina dhiaidh sin, bhí ceolchoirm mhór ann.

A while later, there was a big concert.

Tháinig an t-am don chomórtas buailte.

The time for the competition arrived.

Bhí Siobhán ag canadh amhrán sean-nóis.

Siobhán was singing a traditional sean-nós song.

Tháinig tost ar an slua mar chuala siad an guth áille a bhí aici.

The crowd fell silent as they heard her beautiful voice.

Bhí guth Siobhán milis, chuireamar fionnuar ar gach duine.

Siobhán’s voice was sweet, it sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

D’éirigh le Siobhán an comórtas a bhuachan.

Siobhán succeeded in winning the competition.

Bhí gach duine sásta léi.

Everyone was happy for her.

“Is tú an buaiteoir, Siobhán!” a dúirt Cian le háthas.

“You are the winner, Siobhán!” said Cian joyfully.

Bhí Aoife ag miongháire, “Dhein tú é! Táimid chomh bródúil asat!” a dúirt sí.

Aoife was smiling, “You did it! We are so proud of you!” she said.

Críochnaigh an oíche le scéalta agus comhluadar ag an tine.

The night ended with stories and companionship by the fire.

Bhí gach duine ag caint faoi an fhéile áille seo.

Everyone was talking about this beautiful festival.

Bhí Cian, Siobhán agus Aoife fós ag damhsa le chéile.

Cian, Siobhán, and Aoife were still dancing together.

Bhí siad lán de cheol agus sonas.

They were full of music and happiness.

I gConamara, bhí sé sin an lá is fearr riamh.

In Connemara, that was the best day ever.