Paroles et traduction Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh - Slán le Máigh

Slán le Máigh

Ó slán is céad on taobh so uaim
Cois Maighe na gcaor na gcraobh na gcruach
Na stát, na séad, na soar, na slua
Na ndán, na ndréacht, na dtréan gan ghruaim
Curfá: Chorus (after each verse):
Och, ochón is breoite mise
Gan chuid, gan chóir, gan chóip, gan chiste
Gan sult, gan seoid, gan spórt, gan spionnadh
Ó seoladh mé chun uaignis
Slán go héag dá, soar-fhir suairc
Dá daimh, dá heigs', dá chléir, dá suag
Dom chaired cléibh, gan chlaon, gan chluain
Gan cháim, gan chaon, gan chraos, gan chruas
Slán dá n-éis, dá beithibh uaim
Da gcail, dá gceill, dá scéimh, dá snua
Dá mná go léir, dá gcéim, dá gcuaird
Da bpráisc, dá bplé, dá méin, dá mbua

Slán le Máigh

From this side to you, a hundred farewells
Along the Maigh of berries, of branches, of hills
The state, the jewels, the nobility, the hosts
The poems, the spells, the warriors without sadness
Chorus (after each verse):
Oh, oh, bitter is my sorrow
Without portion, without right, without cup, without chest
Without hunger, without jewels, without sport, without spying
When I am sent to loneliness
Farwell to you, noble and gentle man
Your deer, your horses, your clergy, your scholars
To my aching heart, without slope, without meadow
Without delight, without pleasure, without tumult, without hardship
Farewell to them after me, to my cows
Their calves, their senses, their beauty, their agility
All my women, their steps, their visits
Their praise, their play, their spirits, their victories