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Dàin File XXI: An Seann Oran

Other Poems XXI: The Old Song

Tha mo chom a' seinn ri d' bhòidhche 'S mo chuislean 'g éigheach luathghair: Tha m' fhuil uile mar fhion cròiceach A' cur thairis cuaiche. Fa do chomhair, a thé bhòidheach, 'Na mo cheann dà mhile smeòrach Ann an coille òig ri ceileir: 'Na mo chluais deich mìle seillean. Tha mo chom ri mire-chatha, Armailt fo bhrat buadhach, Goll is Fionn ag cur an latha, Caoilte 'n tréine 'luathais. Bhon as tu mo chéille còmhraig Buaileam Ie deich mile pòg thu; Bhon as tu mo chònspann àraich Se strìochd do bhuaidh, a théàlainn. SOMHAIRLE MACGILL-EAIN

My breast sings at your beauty And my veins cry out for joy: All my blood's like bubbling wine Overflowing a cup. In your presence, lovely one, In my head two thousand thrushes In verdant forest chorusing: In my ear ten thousand bees. My breast is in a battle-rage, Army under victory banner, Goll and Fionn going into action, Caoilte in his speed of valour. Since you are my battle-spouse, I'll strike you with ten thousand kisses; Since you're the champion of my field Yielding's your triumph, lovely one. SORLEY MACLEAN

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