Slighe na Croise

Slighe na Croise

late 1800s

frances.wilkins

Gaelic

Words

932

Way of the Cross

04/06/2024

TEXT

323

Dhìt Pìleat gu bàs Thu, Britheamh ceàrr bha gun bhuaidh; Cha chum ionnlad a làmh e ’N taobh sàbhailt’ Là Luan Crann-ceusaidh na nàire Spàrr a’ ghràisg air mo luaidh; ’S ann a ghlac Thu le fàilte Inneal shàbh’laidh an t-sluaigh. Na shil Thu san fhallas, Thug e t’fhallaineachd bhuat; Thuit m’eudail gu talamh - Bha an t-eallach cho cruaidh. Bha cridhe do mhàthar An impis sgàineadh le truas; Nuair a choinnich i a Macan, Mar an sneachdan bha a gruaidh.

Pilot sentenced You to death, A wrong judgement that had no consequence His hand will not be cleansed On this side of Judgment Day. The shameful crucifix Which a gang thrust on my beloved You grabbed with welcome The way of salvation for the people. The amount You perspired Took your health from you My beloved fell to the ground The load was too severe. Your mother’s heart Was about to break with pity When she met her Son Her complexion was like the snow. Translation by Gillebride MacMillan