7.AN ATAIREACHD ARD
An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuam na h-ataireachd
ard
Tha torann a chuain mar chualas leamsa 'nam
phaisd,
Gun mhuthadh gun truas, a' sluaisreadh
gainneamh na tragh'd
An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd
ard.
Ach siubhlaidh mi uat, cha ghluais mi tuilleadh 'nad
dhail
Tha m'aois is mo shnuadh toirt luaidh air giorrad mo
latha
'San am dhomh bhith suaint' am fuachd's an cadal
a' bhais
Mo leabaidh dean suas ri fuaim na h-ataireachd
aird.
(英譯)
The everlasting swelling, hear the sound of the high swelling
The roar of the sea is as was heard by me as a child,
Without change, without pity, shovelling the sand of the shore.
The everlasting swelling, listen to the sound of the swelling.
But I'll depart from you, I'll not move any more to meet you
My age and my appearance give an account of the shortness of my
day
At the time that I am wrapped in the cold slumberof death
My bed make up behind the sound of the sea.
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