Marbh-Rann do Ishbel NicLeòid

Marbh-Rann do Ishbel NicLeòid

1963

frances.wilkins

Gaelic

Words

285

Lament for Ishbel MacLeod

22/08/2024

TEXT

37

Sud a bhuille, sud a bhuille, Sud a bhuille a bha cruaidh, ‘Nuair a chaidh mi gu do leabaidh Bhat hu aig do dhachaidh bhuan. Sud tha duilich leinn a chreidsinn Is gun againn ach thu fhèin, Ach ged ‘s dìomhair e ri thuigsinn B’e sud bh’ann a ruintean Dhè. B’e tu àileagan ur broilleach ‘S bha thu tlachdmhor annad fèin, ‘S feadh ‘sa dh’fhàgair sinn air thalamh Bidh ar fadachd as do dheigh. ‘S chan ‘eil taobh a ni mi sealltainn Nach ‘eil cuimhnachain mo ghràidh, ‘S chan ‘eil seomair ni mi fhuasgladh Anns nach fhaic mi larg do làmh.

That’s the blow, that’s the blow, That’s the blow that was hard When I went to your bed You were at your eternal home That is hard for us to believe Having had only you But although it is a mystery to understand This was God’s will. You were the beauty of our hearts, In yourself you were so pleasant, And as long as we are left on this earth We will long for you. Every way I turn Is a reminder of my love, And in every room I open I see a trace of your hand. Translated by Frances Wilkins with Torquil MacLeod