Leanabh an Àigh

Leanabh an Àigh

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frances.wilkins

Gaelic

Words

295

Child of Joy

23/08/2024

TEXT

49

Leanabh an àigh, An leanabh aig Màiri, Rugadh san stàball, Rìgh nan Dùl; Thàinig do fhàsach Dh’fhulang nar n-àite – Son’ iad an àireamh Bhitheas dha dlùth! Ged a bhios leanaban Aig rìghrean na talmhainn ‘N greadhnachas garbh Is anabarr mùirn, ‘S geàrr gus am falbh iad, ‘S fàsaidh iad anfhann, An àilleachd ‘s an dealbh A’ searg san ùir. Cha b’ionanna an t-uan Thàinig gar fuasgladh – Iriseal , stuama Ghluais e ‘n tùs; E naomh gun truailleachd, Cruithear an t-sluaigh, Dh’èirich E suas Le buaidh on ùir.

The child of joy, The child of Mary, Born in a stable, King of the Universe, He came into the desolate world To suffer in our place, Happy are those Who trust in him. Though babes are born To kings on Earth, In joyful celebration, They will soon grow weak And leave us, Their beauty and form Will diminish in the grave. Nothing equals the lamb Who came to rescue, Humble and modest From when He was first conceived, Holy and without flaw, Creator of humanity, He rose triumphant From the grave.