Poetry & The Celtic Warriors

by invisible 2 Replies latest jw friends

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  invisible

  Any lines of poetry come to mind?

  I would go first but reign myself in from freaking any of you out too much.

  Your space ....

  Celtic
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  COMF

  Mur b'e thusa bhiiodh an Cuilithionn
  'na mhur eagarra gorm
  ag crioslachadh le bhalla-criche
  na tha 'nam chridhe borb

  Mur b'e thusa bhiodh a' ghaineamh
  tha'n Talasgar dumhail geal
  'na clar biothbuan do mo dhuilean
  air nach tilleadh an run-ghath

  'S mur b'e thusa bhiodh na cuantan
  'nan luasgan is 'nan tamh
  a' togail cair mo bhuadhan
  'ga cur air suaimhneas ard

  'S bhiodh am monadh donn riabhach
  agus mo chiall co-shint'
  ach chuir thusa orra riaghladh
  os cionn mo phianaidh fhin

  Agus air creachainn chein fhasmhoir
  chinn blathmhor Craobh nan Teud
  'na meangach duillich t'aodann
  mo chiall is aogas reil

  Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
  Your winter-garment of repentance fling:
  The bird of Time has but a little way
  To flutter--and the bird is on the wing.
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  COMF

  Translation:

  But for you the Cuillin would be
  An exact and serrated blue rampart
  Girdling with its march-wall
  All that is in my barbarous heart

  But for you the sand
  That is in Talisker compact and white
  Would be a measureless plain to my expectations
  And on it the spear desire would not turn back

  But for you the oceans
  In their unrest and their repose
  Would raise the wave crest of my mind
  And settle it on a high serenity

  And the brown brindled moorland
  And my reason would co-extend
  But you imposed on them an edict
  Above my own pain

  And on a distant luxuriant summit
  There blossomed the Tree of Strings
  Among its leafy branches
  Your face, my reason, and the likeness of a star

  And, as the cock crew, those who stood before
  The tavern shouted--"Open then the door!
  "You know how little while we have to stay,
  "And, once departed, may return no more."