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THE POETRY
Bha Dearg gu h-ard ami sa clirann ;
va deyrag gu hard aiin sa clirann
Is bhrist an ial ris an d' earb e ;
is vrist an i-al ris an d-erab è
Morbhein cha'n f haic e gu brath ; —
morveyn chan aye e gu bra'
Dh-f halaich tonna-gaireach bb'uin e."
yalaych tonn-garrech vuyn è
Dh-aithnich Geallachos guth an Deirg,
yayn'ich gella-chos gu' an deyreg
'S mar bu ghna leis air an leirg,
s mar bu yna leys ayr an leyrig
Rinn e miolaran 's thug leum gabbaidh,
rinn e milaran 's hug leym gavay'
Le mor oibhneas, ghios na traigh, —
le mor oyvnes yi-os na tray'
Mar sbaigbead a glaic an iughair,
mar hay'd a glyc an i-u'-ayr
Tha chasan ag suibbal tre bhar-thuinu :
ha chasan ag si-uval tre var huynn
B-aite leis na mac na h-eilde,
b-ayhtè leys na mac na heyl-tè
A Dheirg a bbith leum ri d' bbraigh.
a yeyrig a vi' leym ri d vra-i'
Chunnacas liennedh an aoibhneas,
chunnac-as linne' an oyv-nes
Le solus bristeacb nan reultan,
le solus bristach nan reyltan
A caidreamb ri cbeile mar cbairdean,
a caydrev ri cheyle mar chayrden
A thacbair gu'n duil an tir naimbdean.
a hach-ayr gu'n duyl an tir nayvten
'S noir f haicbte le Dearg ar loingeas
'snoyr ayeh-te le deyrag ar loyngas
Aig ro-mbiad aighear s'a sholais,
ayg ro vi-ad ay'er sa holays
Mar tugadb Gealcbossa air laimb e ;
mar tuga' gelchossa ayr layv e
Gbios na tragba sior nar coail.
yis na tra-ya si-or nar co'-ayl
" Am beo u Dbeirg," arsa Combal,
am be-o u yeyrig ar-sa còval
" A cbail sinn an cuan salach gbarbb-
a chayl sinn an cu-an salach yarv-
thonn?
honn
'S ioghna do thiarnadh o'n Bba-sbruth,
s i-o'-na do hi-arna' o'n varu'
Dargo was liigb on the mast ;
The thong broke to which he had
trusted :
Morven be will never behold, —
He was concealed from us under tur-
bulent waves."
Geallachos knew the voice of Dargo,
And, as was his wont, on the hill,
He whined with excitement, made a
leap, astonishing,
In bis excess of joy, for the shore,
And, like an arrow from the embrace
of the yew,
Cut his course through the top of the
waves :
More joy had he than in the son of
the hind.
In leaping on thy bosom, Dargo.
By us was witnessed their joy,
In the broken light of the stars.
Embracing one another like friends,
Unexpectedly met in the land of foes.
Nor would Dargo have noticed our
ship.
From the excess of bis joy,
Had not Geallacbosa pulled him by the
sleeve.
Toward the shore to meet us.
" Art thou living, Dargo," said Coval,
" Whom we lost amid drumlte rough
waves ?
Thy escape from Ba-ru was wonderful,