Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen clrach mac

da rabhas im' mhaighdean shimh,
's im' bhaintreach chaite thrith,
Mo ag treabhadh na dtonn go tran
De na gcnoc is I n-imigcin.

's mo laoch, mo mear,
's mo chaesar, mear,
n san n bhfuaireas fin
chuaigh I gcin mo mear.

buan ar buaidhirt gach l,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na
Mar scaoileadh an buachaill be
's n tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrn.

N labhrann cuach go ar nin
Is nl gadhair I gcoillte cn,
N maidin I gcleanntaibh ceoigh
d'imthigh uaim an be.

uasal uaibhreach g,
Gas gan is suairce sndh,
Glac is luaimneach, luath I
Ag an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.

Seinntear stair ar cheoil
's tinte crt ar bord
Le ard gan chaim, gan che
chun saoghal is slinte d' dom lemhan.

mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,
's eire go lir faoi chlcaibh
Suan n san n fin
luaidh I mo ghile mear.

A literal translation by j. mark 1997

I was a gentle maiden,
But now I am a spent, widow,
My consort plowing the waves
the hills and far away.

He is my hero, my darling,
He is my caesar, a darling;
I've neither rest nor fortune
Since my gallant darling far away.

Every day I am enduring grief,
nitterly and shedding tears,
Because my lad has left me
And no news is of him - alas!

The cuckoo not sing cheerfully at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in woods
Nor summer morning in glen
Since my lively boy went from me.

Noble, young horseman,
without gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A swift-moving fist, in a fight,
Slaying the and smiting the strong.

Let a strain be played on harps,
And let many be filled on the table,
With high spirit, fault, without gloom,
That my lion may receive life and health.

Gallant for a while under sorrow,
And ireland completely black cloacks,
I have found neither nor fortune
Since my gallant darling far away