J. F. Campbell Collection > Sar-obair nam bard gaelach, or, The beauties of Gaelic poetry

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SAR-OBAIll NAM BAUD GAELACII.
Bu ladalr an lamb a liobh
An t-slengh so .1 th' again fhein ;
Ach tha e coimbead an taibbae,
A threig uaith air raon na nial.
'S an toir a naimhde buaidh,
Air alhair an la] a shean aois ?
C'ha loir — 's e na chiabhan liath,
O righ, 'n tra thogam-sa shleagh.
A's tog e a laoich le buaidh,
Arsa Ceannard bu mhòr oliù,
Ach, eisd ri truaighean is mò.
Blia mo thuireadh sa faraon,
Airaon Ainnir a chaldb aog ;
Ach ni'n toir acain, no bròn,
Air ais dhuinn an dream tha ion flnxl.
Bu mhaiseach air sliabh Culaluinn,
Ainnir nan lamh geala, caoin ;
Dubh mar fhitheach bha a fait,
'S liha brolach mar eal' air caol.
Thigeadh smal air dearsadh, gacb òigh',
An lathair nigh'n Shonmhoir nan rath
Gu'm b' iluinn matliair mo chloinne !
A bha fonnar an talla a chiùl.
Thainig nighean Aonair nan Sleagh,
Da'n robh mo run an tùs m' oige ;
'S ghabh a suil bu mhor goin,
Culàluinn, am maise nana.
Na h-aonar fhuair i mo run,
A's labhair i rithe am foil ;
Nacfa ionmhuinn BÌubbal' an It),
'S cubbraidh' Cbuilàluinn am beith.
Tha fir na seilg air beanntaibh cian ;
Thràigh a mhuir fada null,
Fagail a carraige sa ghaoitb bhlàth.
A nighean Shailmhoir nam has min
Racbamaid siar gun dàil.
Chaidh iad tro choille nan crann,
VS fo eharraig àird ma'n iadh an cuan,
Chaidil Culàluìnn hu gheal snudh-
CheangaU a ghuineid mhnà
A fait amlagach grinn,
Na dhuail ri feamainn nan tonn ;
As thill i uaipe, cridhe bà!
Le h-atgbcar mu gniomh nacb àdh.
Thain an fhairgc tonn air thonn,
A's dhuiag Culàlulnn à suain,
A's b' idghna' lea ceangal a gruaige.
U fnaagail mo leadan, a ghraidh ?
Nach truagh leaf fhein mi, òigh !
C uiine liliuin thu limn clio ha,
'S mo mhacain aillidh am dheigh !
Fbreagair mac talla nan creug,
been observed liere by Moralt Abandoned to despair, he
probably regarded his spear as of no further ute to him ;
ami, as the only prool he eould give of Ins affection for the
deceased, who so unfortunately fell by his hand, he laid
it in her grave. Duuarm, being weak through age, gave
inm his own spear, and made him his adopted son.
Ach bha nighean Aonair uaithe cian.
Thainig tonn bàiteach thar sgeir,
'S na dheigh cha chualas a h-eigh.
D'fhagadh i na còdaibh-eun,
'N tra threig a bhuinn' an sgeir ;
Tri trathan dh'i bhi mar neul,
Air aigeal na mara ud shios.
Ach ni'n tearmunn dhut gu bràtb,
A Ghuineid, do bhrathair baoth.
Thuit an laoch le 'm gheur lanil,
Ged' dbion e mi aon uair sa cbath,
Laimh ris ann an suram suain,
Laidb thusa a b' uabhraiche gniomh ;
Is minig an aisling na h-oidhche,
Thig do thaibhse le droch fhiamh.
Ach a Chuil-àill an fhuilt duibli,
Is ionmhuinn learn thus' am shuain !
Thig thu gun chith, gun cbolg,
'S cha sheun fear cuairt do chùmhnaidh,
'N tra dh' eireas gealach gun smal.
Is minig a chluinnear do ghutli.
Itoi' thighinn na doiuionna ghairbh'.
Cluinnidh am maraich' an aigh,
A's gabbaidh tamh fo sgeith na creige ;
A coimhead nan tonn gun bheud,
Is caomh leis eigh nam boghanuan,
Ged' eircadh iad ard san duibhre !
Aiiihuil a thuit mo chaomh, a lAIhorthuilt,
A's dh' eirich mo shleagh le buaidh ;
Cha mhaireaun aon ghràdh air thalamli,
A's leagar mor ghaisgeach sail uaigh.
Dh' aithris Ceannard sgeula bhròin,
'S am feaclid bha tosdach trom !
Bhrùchadh osnaidh a' chleibh,
'N tra dh' aithris e sgeula na truaighe.
'San doire dhaillreach bha thamh,
Cha d' ghluais an osag am fraocb min ;
Cha do shiubhail na neoil thar bheinu,
'S ni 'n robh sian an ciabh nan crag ;
Bha gach crann a's lus an sith,
A's laidb a gbaotb a sios gu grad.
Clod tha dearsadh san ear,
Faoin chruth le fiite gàire?
Tha ghealach na cadal gu seamb,
'S ni'm beil a ghrian a tighin air (aire.
'S i oighe an uchd chreuchda'uh a th' aim,
Le mile solas tighin' na ileaun.
Mln-bhaa gu Mborfhalt an tir chein,
A tha giulau sgeith a h-athar.
Ni'ni beil a h-imeachd am feirg,
Is oaomh i air an leirg gu haul.
Cuir fnadaofa fo amalan na h-oidhche,
Tha *reull na maidne na dearna ;
A tighin' mar dhearsadh am moch tbrà,
Toirt fioa duinn mu eiridh na greine.
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