Текст и перевод песни Shaun Davey - Gair Na Gairbe

Gair Na Gairbe

Gair na Garibe glaídbinne glaídes re tosach
Tuninne, rátha aidble aíbinne d'd'iasc oc irsnám 'na bruinne!

Gairit lem mo chomainmne, fégad lán línas
Múru; buinne rothren reGairbe, uisce 'gá
Chor ar cúlu

Is súairc immar glecaitsium tuile is aithbe
Co n-uaire; imá-sech do-ecmaitsium sís is anis cech úaire.

Cairche cíuil at-chluinimse
Sin Gairb go nglúaire geimrid ra muirn móir
Con-tuilimse I n-aidche adúair eigrid.

Éoin chalaid co céolchaire,
Céoilbinne a ngotha gnátha
Impa rom-geib éolchaire,
'Má ceilebrad cech trátha.

Céol na salm go salmglaine
I Rinn Ruis Bruic cen búaine; dordán daim
Duinn damgaire do lecain Erce úaire;

Duilig trátha d'urmiasin
I mbentar cluic cen bailbe,
Ra sían Inbir Dubglaise
Ocus ra gáir na Gairbe.

Benn Boirche, Benn Bógaine,
Is Glenn Bolcáin go mbailbe,
Mór n-aidche, mór nónaide
Tánac fagáir na Gairbe

Duilig trátha d'urmaisin
I mbentar cluic cen bailbe,
Ra sían Inbir Dubglaise
Ocus ra gáir na Gairbe.

A Mo Ling na connailbe
Gus' tucus cenn mo báire
Go nderna mo chomairge
Ar ifrenn as garb gáire!

Song of the River Garavogue

Song of the Garavogue, sweet and clear at first
Little river, pleasant and delightful, with your fish swimming by!

You're called by my surname, a full, flowing line
Garavogue, a bounding river with water flowing by,
Leaving behind a murmuring sound

How pleasant it is to hear the floods and the ebb
Whenever they come; how cleverly they flow down and up again at all times.

A melodious sound that I hear,
That's the Garavogue in its winter glory on the great sea,
With me in the night when I rise with the tide.

Loud is the voice of the seagull,
Melodious is the sound of their voices,
Fulfilling my contentment,
As they celebrate every moment.

The sound of the psalms in a beautiful psalmody,
In Rinn Ruis Bruic without ceasing; the otter's song
Given to me by the seal of Erce at times;

A painful time for me on the voyage,
When there's playing without music,
Far from Inver Douglas
And from the song of the Garavogue.

Benn Boirche, Benn Bógaine,
And Glenn Bolcáin with music,
Great the night, great the time,
When I heard the song of the Garavogue.

A painful time for me on the voyage,
When there's playing without music,
Far from Inver Douglas
And from the song of the Garavogue.

O my darling of the Connacht,
Since I have come to the end of my journey,
So that I may make my mark
On hell from bitter laughter!