Bhí gaoith fhionnuar ag séideadh thar Bhearna na hÉireann agus bhí an talamh calraice ag clúdach an bhaile áitiúil le scáil éadrom sneachta.

A cool wind was blowing over the Bearna na hÉireann and the frost's ground was lightly covering the local town with a light shadow of snow.

Bhí Niamh ina suí taobh istigh dá phuball lámhach lena solas beag, ag scrúdú seana-art féin.

Niamh was sitting inside her tent, with her small lamp, studying ancient art she discovered herself.

D'fhéach sí amach ar na páirceanna clochacha.

She looked out at the rocky fields.

Is beag duine a thugadh faoi deara an chruth sa charraig, ach chonaic sí rud neamhghnách ann.

Few people noticed the shape in the rock, but she saw something unusual in it.

Sceideal an gheimhridh gan stad, ach bhí fuinneamh aici a scéal féin a chruthú.

The winter schedule was relentless, but she had the energy to create her own story.

Táirge an tSamhain a bhí ann, ach anois bhí céad faoina seoin.

It was a Samhain artifact, but now it was a hundred years old.

Bhraith sí go raibh an seana-art ar rud éigin i bhfad níos mó.

She felt that the ancient art was connected to something much bigger.

Bhí seans ann ceangal a dhéanamh le miotas Ceilteach.

There was a chance to connect with Celtic mythology.

Ag an am céanna, bhí Eoin taobh amuigh.

At the same time, Eoin was outside.

B'fhearr leis monraithe stairiúla na háite a dhoiciméadú agus na foinsí áitiúla a choinneáil i gcuimhne.

He preferred to document the historical monuments of the place and keep local sources in mind.

Ach bhí dorchaíocht an gheimhridh ag mealladh a shamhlaíocht.

But the winter darkness was enticing his imagination.

Tar éis dó teacht isteach san áit a raibh Niamh, lig sé osna éighrómna amach, “Ní bhfuair mé rud atá an-chreidimh fós, ach tá suim agam.

After he entered where Niamh was, he let out a light breath, "I haven’t found anything very credible yet, but I am interested."

”Siléar an lá, tairngreacht an croiméal i lámha Niamh.

The light of the day, the prophecy of the artifact was in Niamh's hands.

“Féach, Eoin,” ar sí, ag pointeáil air, “Is mar dheartháir cineálta é seo.

"Look, Eoin," she said, pointing at it, "This is like a kind brother.

Féach na líníochtaí.

Look at the drawings.

Seo rud suntasach.

This is something remarkable."

”D'oscail gaoth mhór a shúile go leathan.

A great wind opened his eyes wide.

“Ar mhó de na seanghníomhartha Ceilteacha é?

"Is it one of the Celtic relics?"

” d'iarr sé.

he asked.

Bhí an suim ina shúil an-soiléir.

The interest in his eyes was very clear.

Bhí radharc geal ag teacht óna lasair scála beag.

A bright vision was coming from its small scale flame.

D'fhéach Niamh isteach ina shúile, “Creidim gur fionnachtain neamhchoitianta é seo, a Eoin.

Niamh looked into his eyes, "I believe this is an extraordinary discovery, Eoin.

Féach le do shúil féin.

See with your own eyes.

Seo míorúilt an Bhurren.

This is the miracle of the Burren."

”D'oibrigh an dá chara laistigh den phuball, iarannaoí a dhoimhniú roimh úsaid.

The two friends worked inside the tent, deepening the ironwork before using it.

Thuig Niamh go raibh tús speisialta roimpe, deontas an chlú domhanda a thuill sé as an eolas.

Niamh understood there was a special start ahead, earning the global fame from the knowledge.

Sa stoirm mhór, tháinig míorúilt eile.

In the great storm, another miracle arrived.

Faoi sholas an tsolais a bhí thall, bhí ingréineach ar an gcomhartha.

Under the light that was beyond, there was an inscription on the sign.

Aingeal stairiúil, rangú ard miotasúil.

Historical angel, high mythical rank.

Bhí an straight cheart roimhe.

The right path was ahead.

Le beannú na bliana, bhí Niamh níos muiníní ina íomháil féin.

With the greeting of the year, Niamh was more confident in her image.

Agus Eoin fuair iontais nua ag an ársaíocht.

And Eoin found new wonder in the antiquity.

Bhí tuiscint nua ag titim iontu araon, rud nach raibh súil ag aon duine.

A new understanding was falling into both of them, something no one expected.

Ba dheimhin gur chuid den is miotas seo gan amhras.

Indeed, it was part of this undoubtedly mythical story.

Agus mar sin, i measc na gaoith laistigh den gheimhreadh an Bhurren, chruinnigh dhá anam chun scéal uathúil a roinnt, ag saibhriú fiosracht faoi léir Úrsléacht Ceilteach.

And so, among the winds within the winter of the Burren, two souls gathered to share a unique tale, enriching curiosity about the Celtic Revelation.

Bhí miotaseolaíocht imithe ina phianbhuailteacht aonair.

Mythology had transformed into an individual adventure.

Ar a mbealach féin, bhí siad ag aimsigh comhlántacht agus réiteach buan.

In their own way, they were discovering complementarity and lasting resolution.