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Mo chràdhghal bochd |
Sad and heartsore my weeping |
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Mar a tha mi nochd |
For I find myself tonight |
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'S mi gun tàmh gun fhios gun sunnd |
Without rest, without peace, without cheer |
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Mo chràdhghal bochd |
Sad and heartsore my weeping |
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Mar a tha mi nochd |
For I find myself tonight |
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'S mi gun tàmh gun fhios gun sunnd |
Without rest, without peace, without cheer |
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Gun sùrd ri stàth |
With no will for anything that profits |
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Gun dùil ri bhith slàn |
Without hope to be well |
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Chaidh mo shùgradh gu bràth air chùl |
My joy is vanished forever more |
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Gun sùrd ri stàth |
With no will for anything that profits |
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Gun dùil ri bhith slàn |
Without hope to be well |
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Chaidh mo shùgradh gu bràth air chùl |
My joy is vanished forever more |
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Mu dheagh mhac Ruairidh nan long |
Because of grief for the son of Roderick of the ships |
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Làmh a libhrigadh bhonn |
His a hand to lavish wealth |
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'S a bha measail air fonn luchd ciùil |
And who esteemed the minstrels' song |
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Mu dheagh mhac Ruairidh nan long |
Because of grief for the son of Roderick of the ships |
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Làmh a libhrigadh bhonn |
His a hand to lavish wealth |
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'S a bha measail air fonn luchd ciùil |
And who esteemed the minstrels' song |
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'S e bhith smuaineachadh ort |
It is thinking of you |
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A chràidh mi am chorp |
That has tortured my body |
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Is a chnàmh na roisg bho m' shùil |
And wasted the lashes from my eyes |
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'S e bhith smuaineachadh ort |
It is thinking of you |
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A chràidh mi am chorp |
That has tortured my body |
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Is a chnàmh na roisg bho m' shùil |
And wasted the lashes from my eyes |
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Mi ri smuaintean bochd truagh |
Thinking sadly and sorrowfully |
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Is ri iomradh baoth buan |
And ever vainly recalling |
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'S mi gad ionndrainn-sa bhuam, 's tu b'fhiù |
And longing for you as well you deserved |
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Mi ri smuaintean bochd truagh |
Thinking sadly and sorrowfully |
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Is ri iomradh baoth buan |
And ever vainly recalling |
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'S mi gad ionndrainn-sa bhuam, 's tu b'fhiù |
And longing for you as well you deserved |
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Deagh shealgair am frìth |
Rare hunter in a forest |
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Bha gun cheilg do thaigh rìgh |
You were without guile towards the royal house |
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Agus seirbheisach dileas crùin |
And a loyal servant of the crown |
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Deagh shealgair am frìth |
Rare hunter in a forest |
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Bha gun cheilg do thaigh rìgh |
You were without guile towards the royal house |
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Agus seirbheisach dileas crùin |
And a loyal servant of the crown |
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Tha do chinneadh fo ghruaim |
Your kindred are in gloom |
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'S gach aon fhine mun cuairt |
As are those of every name around |
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On là grinnicheadh d'uaigh sa chrùist |
Since your tomb was made ready in the vault |
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Tha do chinneadh fo ghruaim |
Your kindred are in gloom |
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'S gach aon fhine mun cuairt |
As are those of every name around |
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On là grinnicheadh d'uaigh sa chrùist |
Since your tomb was made ready in the vault |
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Mun t-sàr ghaisgeach dheas threum |
For the prime warrior, agile and strong |
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Ann am batail nan ceud |
In the battle of hundreds |
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Cha bu lapach sàs leum ud thu |
In that onset you were not sluggish |
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Mun t-sàr ghaisgeach dheas threum |
For the prime warrior, agile and strong |
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Ann am batail nan ceud |
In the battle of hundreds |
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Cha bu lapach sàs leum ud thu |
In that onset you were not sluggish |
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Làmh churanta chruaidh |
Yours a hand heroic and hardy |
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Ann an iomairt 's gach buaidh |
In contest and every victory |
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Chan uarrainn domh d'uaisle, ruin |
Your nobility, dear one, is no longer my support |
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Làmh churanta chruaidh |
Yours a hand heroic and hardy |
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Ann an iomairt 's gach buaidh |
In contest and every victory |
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Chan uarrainn domh d'uaisle, ruin |
Your nobility, dear one, is no longer my support |
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Do thaigh talla fo ghruaim |
Your mansion is in gloom |
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'S e gun aighear gun uaill |
Without mirth, without pomp |
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Far'm bu mhinig a fhuair sinn cuirm |
Where often we received a feast |
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Do thaigh talla fo ghruaim |
Your mansion is in gloom |
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'S e gun aighear gun uaill |
Without mirth, without pomp |
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Far'm bu mhinig a fhuair sinn cuirm |
Where often we received a feast |
