Os Cionn an Uile Ní
Is minic a shantaíos an bás
ach anois agus leathchos liom san uaigh
tá m’aigne athraithe agam mar gheall ar an domhan.
Leanadh sé ar aghaidh; is álainn é,
fiú mar thaibhreamh, lán d’uisce is síolta,
plandaí is ainmhithe, neacha eile ar mo nós féin,
longa is foirgnimh agus teachtaireachtaí
a líonann an t-aer – áilleacht
má chonacsa áilleacht riamh.
Sa chéad domhan eile, má tá cuimhne agam
ar an saol seo, molfad é
os cionn an uile ní.
ach anois agus leathchos liom san uaigh
tá m’aigne athraithe agam mar gheall ar an domhan.
Leanadh sé ar aghaidh; is álainn é,
fiú mar thaibhreamh, lán d’uisce is síolta,
plandaí is ainmhithe, neacha eile ar mo nós féin,
longa is foirgnimh agus teachtaireachtaí
a líonann an t-aer – áilleacht
má chonacsa áilleacht riamh.
Sa chéad domhan eile, má tá cuimhne agam
ar an saol seo, molfad é
os cionn an uile ní.
Above Everything
I wished for death often
but now that I am at its door
I have changed my mind about the world.
It should go on; it is beautiful,
even as a dream, filled with water and seed,
plants and animals, others like myself,
ships and buildings and messages
filling the air -- a beauty,
if ever I have seen one.
In the next world, should I remember
this one, I will praise it
above everything.
but now that I am at its door
I have changed my mind about the world.
It should go on; it is beautiful,
even as a dream, filled with water and seed,
plants and animals, others like myself,
ships and buildings and messages
filling the air -- a beauty,
if ever I have seen one.
In the next world, should I remember
this one, I will praise it
above everything.
~ David Ignatow ~ (Whisper to the Earth: New Poems)
ABUIN AWTHING
A wusht fir daith aften eneuch
bit staunin here nou at's threshaud
a hae chyngit ma mynd aboot the warl.
It sud cairry on; it's bonnie,
e'en as a drame, fillt wi watter an seed,
settins an baists, an fowk lik masel,
boatties'n biggins an tales fouin the err - a bonnieness,
ayont descryvin.
In the neist warl, gin a mynd
on this yin, a'll ruise it
abuin awthing.
bit staunin here nou at's threshaud
a hae chyngit ma mynd aboot the warl.
It sud cairry on; it's bonnie,
e'en as a drame, fillt wi watter an seed,
settins an baists, an fowk lik masel,
boatties'n biggins an tales fouin the err - a bonnieness,
ayont descryvin.
In the neist warl, gin a mynd
on this yin, a'll ruise it
abuin awthing.
Leagan i mBéarla na hAlban John Mc Donald
ΠΑΝΩ ΑΠΟ ΟΛΑ
Ευχήθηκα τον θάνατο συχνά
μα τώρα που βρίσκομαι στην πόρτα του
άλλαξα γνώμη για τον κόσμο.
Πρέπει να προχωρήσει, είναι όμορφος,
ως όνειρο έστω, γεμάτος νερό και σπόρο,
φυτά και ζώα, άλλα σαν και εμένα,
πλοία και κτίρια και μηνύματα
να γεμίζουν τον αέρα -- μια ομορφιά
αν έχω δει ποτέ καμιά.
Στον άλλο κόσμο, θα θυμάμαι μάλλον
αυτόν εδώ, θα τον δοξάζω
πάνω από όλα.
μα τώρα που βρίσκομαι στην πόρτα του
άλλαξα γνώμη για τον κόσμο.
Πρέπει να προχωρήσει, είναι όμορφος,
ως όνειρο έστω, γεμάτος νερό και σπόρο,
φυτά και ζώα, άλλα σαν και εμένα,
πλοία και κτίρια και μηνύματα
να γεμίζουν τον αέρα -- μια ομορφιά
αν έχω δει ποτέ καμιά.
Στον άλλο κόσμο, θα θυμάμαι μάλλον
αυτόν εδώ, θα τον δοξάζω
πάνω από όλα.
