Ga: Lá breá samhraidh a bhí ann, agus bhí an ghrian ag scoilteadh na gcloch.
En: It was a beautiful summer's day, and the sun was splitting the stones.

Ga: Bhí Finnegan agus Aoife ar a mbealach go dtí na hAillte Móra, áit a raibh radharcanna áille ag feitheamh leo.
En: Finnegan and Aoife were on their way to the Cliffs of Moher, where beautiful vistas awaited them.

Ga: Bhí Finnegan ar bís an lá sin, mar bhí sé ar intinn aige póg a thabhairt don Chloch Bhlarnan – ach ní amháin póg ar bith, ach póg ón uillinn is deacra.
En: Finnegan was buzzing that day, as he intended to give the Blarney Stone a kiss – not just any kiss, but a kiss from the most difficult angle.

Ga: Ag siúl thart timpeall na nAillte Móra, bhain aoibhneas agus iontas mór as na beirt acu.
En: As they strolled around the Cliffs of Moher, both of them were filled with joy and great wonder.

Ga: Bhí an fharraige go ciúin agus gorm, na hailleacha díreacha mar ghearrfhaid agus an spéir gléineach.
En: The sea was calm and blue, the cliffs sharp as razors, and the sky bright.

Ga: Chuir Finnegan agus Aoife tús leis an dreapadh mall suas go dtí an pointe is airde – áit a raibh an Chloch Bhlarnan i bhfolach.
En: Finnegan and Aoife began the slow climb up to the highest point – where the Blarney Stone was hidden.

Ga: Nuair a shroich siad an barr, chonaic siad an Cloch cáiliúil.
En: When they reached the peak, they saw the famous Stone.

Ga: Bhí sé ag crochadh ansin, mealltach agus mistéireach.
En: It hung there, enchanting and mysterious.

Ga: D'fhéach Finnegan timpeall, a chroí ag bualadh go tiubh leis an dúshlán atá roimhe.
En: Finnegan looked around, his heart pounding with the challenge ahead.

Ga: "Féach," ar sé le hAoife, "an féidir leat imagináid a dhéanamh? Má phóg mé í ón uillinn seo, beidh scil na cainte liom!"
En: "Look," he said to Aoife, "can you imagine? If I kiss it from this angle, I'll have the gift of gab!"

Ga: Le gáire éadrom, d'fhreagair Aoife, "Ach bí cúramach, ná tit as do chothromaíocht!"
En: With a light laugh, Aoife replied, "But be careful not to lose your balance!"

Ga: Níor thug Finnegan cluas le héisteacht di.
En: Finnegan did not pay attention to her warning.

Ga: Shleamhnaigh sé síos, ag iarraidh a cheann a aimsiú faoin gcloch ionas go bhféadfadh sé póg a fháil.
En: He slipped down, trying to find a way to kiss the stone.

Ga: Ach, faoi deara aige, bhí sé i dtrioblóid.
En: But to his surprise, he was in trouble.

Ga: Ní raibh sé in ann bogadh; bhí sé greamaithe!
En: He couldn't move; he was stuck!

Ga: Chuir Aoife a lámha lena béal agus phreab gáire aisti.
En: Aoife covered her mouth with her hands and burst into laughter.

Ga: Bhí Finnegan ceangailte suas in uillinn aisteach, a chos ag crochadh agus a aghaidh dearg le hiarracht.
En: Finnegan was awkwardly stuck, his leg hanging and his face blushing with effort.

Ga: Bhí an radharc chomh greannmhar gur thosaigh daoine eile ag bailiú timpeall, ag gáire agus ag tógáil pictiúrí.
En: The sight was so funny that other people started to gather around, laughing and taking pictures.

Ga: "Tá tú go maith anois, a Fhinnegan!" gháir Aoife, ag iarraidh a cuid gáire a cheilt.
En: "You're doing fine now, Finnegan!" laughed Aoife, trying to contain her own laughter.

Ga: Ach ansin, chuaigh rud éigin as bealach – b'fhéidir go raibh aiste bia an lae sin ag Finnegan rómhór, nó b'fhéidir go raibh sé an t-ádh; thóg finné, fear láidir ón slua, trua ar Finnegan agus chabhraigh sé leis as a riocht teannta a shaoradh.
En: But then, something happened – maybe Finnegan had overindulged in the day's food, or maybe he was lucky; a kind, strong man from the crowd felt sorry for Finnegan and helped him out of his tight spot.

Ga: Le lámh chabhrach agus tar éis tamaillín stró, d'éirigh le Finnegan teacht saor.
En: With a helpful hand and a little bit of effort, Finnegan managed to break free.

Ga: Nuair a bhí sé ar a chosa arís, mhol an slua go hard.
En: When he was on his feet again, the crowd cheered loudly.

Ga: Bhraith Finnegan náire ach faoiseamh freisin.
En: Finnegan felt embarrassed but also relieved.

Ga: D'fhill sé ar ais chuig Aoife, agus iad beirt ag gáire faoin eachtra.
En: He returned to Aoife, and the two of them laughed about the comical event.

Ga: "Cá bhfios nach bhfuil an scil cainte agat cheana féin, gan gá le póg ón gcloch," arsa Aoife le gáire beag sa deireadh.
En: "Who knows, maybe you already have the gift of gab, without needing a kiss from the stone," Aoife said with a small laugh at the end.

Ga: D'aontaigh Finnegan le gáire mór. "B'fhéidir," ar sé, "ach an chéad uair eile, cloífidh mé leis an mbealach traidisiúnta!"
En: Finnegan agreed with a big laugh. "Maybe," he said, "but next time, I'll stick to the traditional way!"

Ga: Ón lá sin amach, bhí scéalta iontacha ag Finnegan agus Ag Aoife faoin eachtra greannmhar ag an gCloch Bhlarnan.
En: From that day on, Finnegan and Aoife had wonderful stories about the comical adventure at the Blarney Stone.

Ga: Chaith siad an chuid eile den lá ag siúl ar na haillte, ag déanamh cuimhní cinn nár déarfadh siad slán leis go brách.
En: They spent the rest of the day walking along the cliffs, making memories they would never say goodbye to.

Ga: Agus iad ag féachaint amach thar an bhfarraige leathan, bhraith siad cumhacht na nádúir agus an gáire idir cairde – an dá rud is luachmhaire ar domhan.
En: As they looked out over the wide sea, they felt the power of nature and the laughter between friends – the two most valuable things in the world.