Thig trì nithean gun iarraidh,
An t-eagal, an t-iadach ’s an gaol,
’S gur beag a’ chùis mhaslaidh
Ged ghlacadh leo mis’ air a h-aon,
’S a liuthad bean-uasal
A fhuaradh sa chiont an robh mi,
A thug an gaol fuadain
Air ro bheagan duaise ga chionn.
Sèist
Air failirinn, illirinn,
Uilirinn, ò horo laoidh,
’S cruaidh-fhortan gun fhios
A chuir mise fo chuing do ghaoil.
Fhir a dhìreas am bealach,
Beir soraidh don ghleannan fo thuath,
Is innis dom leannan
Gur maireann mo ghaol ’s gur buan:
Fear eile cha ghabh mi
’S chan fhuiling mi idir a luaidh -
Gus an dèan thu, ghaoil, m’ àicheadh,
Cha chreid mi bho chàch gur fuath.
Fhir nan gorm-shùilean meallach,
On ghleannan dem bitheadh an smùid,
Gam bheil a’ chaoin-mhala
Mar chanach an t-slèibh’ fo dhriùchd,
Nuair readh tu air t’ uilinn,
Bhiodh fuil air fear dhìreadh nan stùc,
’S nam biodh tu, ghaoil, mar rium,
Cha b’ fhanaid an cèile leam thu. |
Three things come without asking:
fear, jealousy and love;
and it is no cause of shame
though I have been caught by them too,
seeing how many ladies
have been found guilty like me –
who gave clandestine love
with little profit because of it.
Refrain
…. it was a cruel fate
that came unaware
and left me
under the yoke of your love.
You who climb the hill pass,
bear this greeting to the little glen in the north,
and tell my lover
that my love remains and will endure.
I will take no other man,
I cannot bear to have it spoken of,
and until you deny me, my love,
I will not believe that you are hostile.
Man of the beguiling blue eyes
from the glen of the mist,
whose slender brows
are like bog cotton with dew:
when you’d take aim,
he who climbs the peaks [the stag] would be bloodied –
if you were with me, love,
you would not as companion be scorned. |
