Bhí an teas chomh láidir sin gur dhún sé a shúile go docht.

The warmth was so strong that he shut his eyes tightly.

Ach d'oscail an solas rud éigin ina chroí le fórsa mín.

But the light opened something in his heart with gentle force.

Mhothaigh Bambi faoi dhraíocht, gafa i ngeasa áthais.

Bambi felt enchanted, caught in a spell of joy.

Bhí sceitimíní fiáine air agus is ar éigean a bhí sé in ann seasamh go socair.

He was overcome with wild excitement and could hardly stand still.

Bhí sé caillte go hiomlán i bpléisiúr na huaire.

He was completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Léim sé san aer trí huaire, ansin ceithre huaire, ansin cúig huaire.

He leaped into the air three times, then four, then five.

B'éigean dá chosa léim; ní raibh siad in ann fanacht socair.

His legs had to leap; they could not stay still.

Mhothaigh sé gá domhain le síneadh agus léim suas.

He felt a deep need to stretch and spring upward.

Shín a ghéaga óga amach le sonas i ngach treo.

His young limbs reached out with happiness in every direction.

Tháinig a anáil domhain agus lán isteach ina bhrollach.

His breath came deep and full into his chest.

Líon sé a scamhóga le haer milis na féarach.

He filled his lungs with the sweet meadow air.

Bhí an boladh chomh hálainn sin gur chuir sé léim arís.

The scent was so lovely it made him leap again.

Ní raibh Bambi ach ina leanbh fós, lán iontais.

Bambi was still only a child, full of wonder.