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Tha thu air aigeann m' inntinn

You are at the bottom of my mind

Gun fhios dhomh tha thu air aigeann m' inntinn mar fhear-tadhail grunnd na mara Ie chlogaid 's a dhà shùil mhóir, 's chan aithne dhomh ceart t* fhiamh no do dhòigh an déidh cóig bliadhna shiantan time dortadh eadar mise 's tù beanntan bùirn gun ainm a' dòrtadh eadar mise gad shiaodadh air bòr 's t* fhiamh 's do dhòighean 'nam làmhan fann. Chaidh thu air chall am measg lusan dìomhair a' ghrunna anns an leth-sholas uaine gun ghràdh, 's chan éirich thu chaoidh air bhàrr cuain a-chaoidh 's mo làmhan a* slaodadh gun sgur, 's chan aithne dhomh do shiighe idir, thus' ann an leth-sholas do shuain a' tathaich aigeann na mara gun tàmh 's mise slaodadh 's a' slaodadh air uachdar Iain Mac a' Ghobhainn (1928-98)

Without my knowing it you are at the bottom of my mind like a visitor to the bottom of the sea with his helmet and his two large eyes, and I do not rightly know your appearance or your manner after five years of showers of time pouring between me and you: nameless mountains of water pouring between me hauling you on board and your appearance and manner in my weak hands. You went astray among the mysterious plants of the sea-bed in the green half-light without love, and you will never rise to the surface though my hands are hauling ceaselessly, and I do not know your way at all, you in the half-light of your sleep haunting the bed of the sea without ceasing and I hauling and hauling on the surface. Iain Crichton Smith (Bayble, Point, Lewis)

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