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Un Uair a Labhras Mi Mu Aodann	When I Speak of The Face
An uair a labhras mi mu aodann agus mu spiorad geal mo ghaoil ghil 's ann a theireach neach nach d'ràinig mo shùilean dalla air a' chàthar, air a' bhoglaich oillteil ghrànda s' am bheil gach dòchas 'ga bhàthadh; ach chunnaic mi bho àird a' Chuilithinn gathadh glòir is breòiteachd duilghe; chunnaic mi òradh lainnir grèine agus boglach dhubh na bréine; 's eòl dhomh seirbheadchd gheur an spioraid nas's fheàrr na aoibhneas luath a' cridhe.	When I speak of the face and of the pure spirit of my pure love, one might say that my blind eyes had not lighted on the morass or on the ugly and frightful marsh where every hope is being drowned; but I have seen from the height of the Cuillin darting glory and the weakness of sorrow; I have seen the gilding light of the sun and the black rotting fen; I know the sharp bitterness of spirit better than the swift joy of heart.
Sorley MacLean	Somhairle Macgill-eain

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