Comhrá le Lí Hé

Duais Bashō

Féach anseo

Foirm iontrála 

Beocht a chur le Gaeilge scríofa agus labhartha le haghaidh iar-bhunscoileanna (Preasráiteas)

I gcomhar le hIMRAM, tá dhá thionscnamh nua spreagúla seolta ag Éigse Éireann a bhfuil mar aidhm acu an Ghaeilge a spreagadh mar chuid dá gclár iar-bhunscoile. Is comórtas píolótach trí Ghaeilge é Guth na hÉigse. Mar chuid de Guth na hÉigse tá Comórtas Labhartha Filíochta agus Comórtas Duais Bashō Haiku, comórtas haiku Béarla agus Gaeilge. 

Tá na comórtais oscailte anois agus tá Poetry Ireland agus IMRAM ag iarraidh ar gach múinteoir iar-bhunscoile a gcuid daltaí a bheith páirteach iontu. 

 

Is comórtas píolótach Comórtas Labhartha Filíochta d’Iarbhunscoileanna é Guth na hÉigse, atá bunaithe ar an gComórtas Labhairt Filíochta, Poetry Aloud, a bhfuil an-rath air. Chuir Leabharlann Náisiúnta na hÉireann agus Éigse Éireann tús le Poetry Aloud in 2007. Tá sé mar aidhm ag Guth na hÉigse mic léinn a spreagadh ar fud oileán na hÉireann chun dánta Gaeilge a fhoghlaim de ghlanmheabhair agus ansin na dánta a rá os ard ag babhtaí ceannais, cluichí ceannais réigiúnacha agus ag craobh náisiúnta a bheidh ar siúl i mí na Samhna mar chuid d’Fhéile Litríochta Gaeilge IMRAM 2022. 

 

Dúirt Liam Carson, Stiúrthóir Fhéile Litríochta Gaeilge 2022 IMRAM, 

"Tá lúcháir orainn a bheith ag comhoibriú le hÉigse Éireann ar an dá chlár ríthábhachtacha Ghaeilge seo d’iar-bhunscoileanna. Tá súil againn go dtacóidh Guth na hÉigse agus Comórtas Filíochta Duais Bashō Haiku le forbairt teanga agus sult a bhaint as an nGaeilge a úsáid mar theanga labhartha agus scríofa sna blianta amach romhainn”. 

 

Fáiltíonn Comórtas Filíochta Duais Bashō Haiku roimh dhaltaí iar-bhunscoile haiku a chumadh, i mBéarla nó i nGaeilge nó go dátheangach, agus a gcuid haiku a chur isteach le haghaidh breithiúnais faoin 24 Deireadh Fómhair 2022. 

 

Is é an haiku an fhoirm fhileata is giorra ar domhan a tháinig chun cinn sa tSeapáin sa 17ú hAois, cruthaithe ar dtús ag an máistir haiku Bashō. Scríobhtar dánta Haiku i dtrí líne de ghnáth agus tá seacht siolla déag ar a mhéad iontu. Is é an file, drámadóir, scríbhneoir haiku agus ball d’Aosdána, Gabriel Rosenstock a bheidh i mbun moltóireachta. 

 

Dúirt Jane O’Hanlon, Oifigeach Oideachais le haghaidh Éigse Éireann, 

"Is deis ar leith é Guth na hÉigse agus Duais Basho do rannpháirtithe óga dul i ngleic leis an bhFilíocht agus leis an nGaeilge ar bhealach nuálach taitneamhach. Tá súil againn go gcuirfidh sé seo le tuiscint daoine óga ar an teanga agus lena muinín in úsáid na Gaeilge. Is cuid fíor-thábhachtach den taithí seo é páirt a ghlacadh i bhFéile IMRAM, rud a bhfuilimid ag tnúth go mór leis". 

 

Tá sé mar aidhm ag an dá thionscnamh phíolótacha tacú le forbairt na Gaeilge i scoileanna trí chlár spreagúil a chur ar fáil agus feachtas foghlama dearfach a bhunú a bheidh dírithe ar an nGaeilge mar theanga bheo inár féidir sult a bhaint as Gaeilge a labhairt agus a scríobh go héifeachtach agus le bród. 

 

Tá iontrálacha oscailte anois don dá chomórtas. 

 

Is é an 4 Deireadh Fómhair 2022 an spriocdháta d’iontrálacha Guth na hÉigse agus leanann an spriocdháta do Chomórtas Filíochta Duais Bashō Haiku ina dhiaidh sin ar an 24 Deireadh Fómhair 2022. 

 

Tá foirmeacha iontrála agus sonraí don dá chomórtas ar fáil ar www.poetryireland.ie  - 

• Duais Bashō Haiku Poetry Competition anseo
• Guth na hÉigse anseo

 

Fiona Ní Ghloínn ag eigse@poetryireland.ie nó ar 086 3913343 

 

Poetry Ireland/ Éigse Éireann

Cothaíonn Éigse Éireann dáimh idir daoine agus an fhilíocht. An sprioc atá againn ná barr feabhais a bhaint amach maidir le filíocht a léamh, a scríobh agus a léiriú ar fud oileán na hÉireann. 

Faigheann Éigse Éireann tacaíocht ón gComhairle Ealaíon agus ó Chomhairle Ealaíon Thuaisceart Éireann agus tá an-chaidreamh againn le hionaid ealaíne, féilte, scoileanna, coláistí agus siopaí leabhar ag baile agus i gcéin.

www.poetryireland.ie 

IMRAM 

Saothraíonn IMRAM chun litríocht na Gaeilge a chur i gceartlár an tsaoil phoiblí in Éirinn, trí fhéile bhliantúil nuálach a eagrú, a ndéanfar ardán idirnáisiúnta di, a thacaíonn le scríbhneoirí, a spreagann díospóireacht agus a mheallann cainteoirí Gaeilge agus foghlaimeoirí na Gaeilge in Éirinn agus ar fud an diaspóra. 

www.imram.ie 

Imeacht Thar Chlaí

Níl ach imeacht linn thar chlaí ann, is cuireadh chun gadaíochta

Rud nach linne a thógáil, an teas ionainn a stóráil,

Níl ach imeacht linn thar chlaí ann, babhta beag bradaíola,

Rud is gá dúinn a dhéanamh, nuair is fuar í an nead.

Cad is fiú an cur i gcéill, sé an t-uaigneas críoch an scéil

Maidir lenár ngrá, is eol dúinn, a stór

Aimseoimid é faoi rún, má thagann grá chugainn,

Is sin a bhfuil, mar ní scaoilfear linn, a stóirín, go deo.

Níl ach imeacht linn thar chlaí ann, is cuireadh chun gadaíochta

Rud nach linne a thógáil, an teas ionainn a stóráil,

Níl ach imeacht linn thar chlaí ann, babhta beag bradaíola,

Rud is gá dúinn a dhéanamh, nuair is fuar í an nead.

Níl ach imeacht linn thar chlaí ann, nuair is fuar í an nead.

It's a cheating situation, a stealing invitation

To take what's not really ours, to make it through the midnight hours

It's a cheating situation, just a cheap imitation

Doing what we have to do when there's no love at home

There's no use in pretending, there'll be a happy ending

Where our love's concerned, sweetheart, we both know

We'll take love where we find it, love and try to hide it 

It's all we got, for we know they're not gonna let us go

It's a cheating situation, a stealing invitation

To take what's not really ours, to make it through the midnight hours

It's a cheating situation, just a cheap imitation

Doing what we have to do when there's no love at home

It's a cheating situation when there's no love at home

John Prine - Lake Marie/Loch Marie

Curfá:
Inár seasamh
Seasamh cois uiscí ciúine
Seasamh cois uiscí ciúine
Whoa Wá Ó Wá Ó
Whoa Wá Ó Wá Ó

Blianta fada ó shin feadh Theorainn Illinois-Wisconsin
Do bhí treibh Mheir-Indiach
Thángadar ar naíonáin sa choill
Naíonáin gheala
Duine acu darbh ainm Elizabeth
Agus ba ise ba ghile
Agus an duine ba lú den bheirt, b'í sin Marie
Ní fhacadar páistí geala cheana
Agus bhí cónaí orthu taobh leis an Dá Loch
Thugadar Lake Elizabeth ar an loch ab áille orthu
Agus an loch ba lú a bhí tamall ar an iargúil
Lake Marie a bheadh ar an loch ba lú. 

[Curfá]

Blianta ina dhiaidh sin bhíos i gcomhrá leis an ainnir
A bhí ina seasamh is a cúl le Lake Marie
An ghaoth ag séideadh, trína dlaoithe geala
Ceithre ispín Iodálacha ag cócaráil ar an ngreille
A dheabhail, dob in ssssiosarnach
Blianta ina dhiaidh sin tharla dúinn bheith i gCeanada
Bhí pósadh le sábháil is cúpla iasc le gabháil
Pé jab a bhí indéanta
Chodail sí ansin 'na luí i m'ucht
Ag crónán di féin, 'Louie Louie'
Á, a stór - ní mór dúinn imeacht.

[Curfá]

Tafann na ngadhar is carranna ag páirceáil
Úsairí i mbun úsaireacht', narcanna ag narcáil
Bhí an domhan is a mháthair ann
Sa charrchlós taobh leis an tearmann coille
Tháinig na péas ar dhá chorpán
Dhá chorpán nochta
Bhí a n-aghaidh ar fad loite ag uirlis ghéar de shaghas éigin
Bhí sé ar an nuacht
Ar an teilifís
I bhfíseán, físeán dubh is bán
An bhfaca tú fuil riamh ar fhíseán dubh is bán, 'bhfaca?
Mar scáil, mar scáil, is mar sin a fhéachann an fhuil
Agus rapáladh an grá go léir a bhí eadrainn
Rapáladh é in aghaidh bhruacha Loch Marie, Marie

Inár seasamh
Seasamh cois uiscí ciúine
Seasamh cois uiscí ciúine
Whoa Wá Ó Wá Ó
Whoa Wá Ó Wá Ó
Whoa Wá Ó Wá Ó
Whoa Wá Ó Wá Ó
Seasamh cois uiscí ciúine
Uiscí ciúine
Seasamh cois uiscí ciúine
Uiscí ciúine,
A stóirín, ní mór dúinn imeacht.

Nick Drake : Place To Be / Áit Chun Dul A Luí

Áit Chun Dul A Luí

Nuair bhíos níos óige, nuair bhíos-sa an-óg
Ní fhaca mé an fhírinne os mo chomhair
Táim níos sine anois, tá sí an-soiléir
Táim níos sine anois, ní mór an áit a dhéanamh glé.

Is glas a bhíos, mar chnocáinín glas
Áit a bhfásann féar faoi ghrian ard go fras
Táim dorcha mar na farraigí
Níl uaim anois ach áit chun dul a luí

Is láidir bhíos, nuair bhíos faoin ngréin
ag súil le léas ag deireadh an lae
Is laige anois mé ná gorm bán
Ó, lag ar fad mé le tnúthán.

Dhéanfá an rud céanna domsa gan agó
Bí dílis duit féin
Fiú mura bhfuil ann ach fústráil sa cheo

Place To Be

When I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older, see it face to face
And now I'm older, gotta get up, clean the place


And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be


And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day was done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh so weak in this need for you

Nick Drake: Jane Sa Cheo | Hazey Jane

 Jane Sa Cheo

An fuath leat d'áit dhúchais
Mionnaí móra á dtabhairt
An cuma sa riach leat
Faoin sonas faoin mbuairt
Is an maith leat do shaolsa
Is an ndéanfá é 'rís
Nó an stopfaidh tú chun fiafraí cár imigh an fhís
Is ó Jane, bhfuil ciall
Ó ó, Jane, le do thriall

An bhfuil tusa i d'iarlais
Id' shlat seachas gad
Is bhfuil cúrsaí ag bogadh
Ró-róghasta ar fad
Is bhfuil bealaí ar fáil duit
A mhúchfadh do thart
An bhfuil bealaí nua duitse gan bheith chomh marbh le hart
Hé, ó Jane, tuigeann tú
Ó, Ó, Jane, táimid sa siúl

Is duitse é

Hazey Jane I

Do you curse where you come from
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right
Do you like what you're doing
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for
Hey slow, Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence

Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst
Do you hope to find new ways of doing better than your worst
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move

Do it for you
Sure that you would do the same for me one day
So try to be true
Even if it's only in your hazey way

Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me
Is it all so confusing
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming can you sign up and leave
Hey slow, Jane, clear your eye
Slow, slow, Jane, fly on by

Nick Drake: Pink Moon / Ré Phinc

Ré Phinc

Bhí sé scríofa agus bhí á rá
Ré phinc chugainn atá
Níl éinne agaibh chomh hard
Ré phinc í i ngleic le cách

Is is pinc atá
Hé is pinc atá
pinc, pinc, pinc, pinc, mar ré
pinc, pinc, pinc, pinc, mar ré

Bhí sé scríofa agus bhí á rá
Ré phinc chugainn atá
Níl éinne agaibh chomh hard
Ré phinc í i ngleic le cách

Is pinc atá
Yé, is pinc atá

Pink Moon

I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It's a pink moon
It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon.

Dán do Nick Drake

Ó Atlas Obscura

Nick Drake (19 Meitheamh 1948 -  25 Samhain 1974)

Ar chúl do leac uaighe
na focail seo -
is deacair iad a léamh:
'Éirímíd anois is táimid gach áit.'

Ach cá bhfuil tú go díreach?
An rabhais riamh anseo?
An raibh éinne againn?
Na focail sin -
an-deacair le léamh:
'Éirímid anois is táimid gach áit.'
                                   

Nick Drake (19 June 1948 - 25 November 1974)

On the back of your headstone
these words -
hard to read:
'Now we rise and we are everywhere.'

But where are you now?
Were you ever here?
Was any of us ever here?
Those words -
so hard to read:
'Now we rise and we are everywhere'.

ÍOMHAR

Is ciúin mar ghabhann an abhainn anseo in Íomhar,

Is cam atá an luachair ghlas faoi uisce,

Mar ghruaig bháite, scaoilte ina slaoda

lastall den chaise is lastall d'arraing.

Ó, dá rithfeadh ionamsa an abhainn go séimh,

An chora shuaite fágtha aici ina déidh

Is mo ghlúine a chamadh 'nós na luachra ciúine

Go nglacfainn tamall scíthe, tamall suain.

Dán le Molly Drake, máthair an amhránaí Nick Drake.

THÁINIG AN GHRIAN

Tháinig an ghrian ar an Satharn chugainn
Thuas sa spéir 'bhí gorm-ghlé
Tháinig an ghrian, chuir a hanáil fúinn
Níor thuigeamar deas thar chlé
Tháinig an ghrian le haighthe is daoine
Is ní rabhadar mór le rá
Na daoine sin uilig, na háiteanna, is cuimhin liom
Bhíodar rómhaith ar shlí dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Tiocfaidh an ghrian, ní thiocfaidh inniu mo léan.

Smaoinigh ar scéalta le réasún is ciall
'Thimpeallaíonn do cheann
Is smaoinigh ar dhaoine, ina séasúr 's a dtriall
Ag filleadh 's ag filleadh, níor staon
ó níor staon
ó níor staon
ach d'imigh an ghrian agus tháinig an braon

SATURDAY SUN

Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do

Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remembered those people and places
They were really too good in their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today
Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain

And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
but Saturday sun has turned to Sunday's rain


  
  

NÁ SPÉARTHA THUAIDH

Níor bhraitheas riamh gintlíocht mhire mar seo
Ní fhaca an ré, ná an sáile ná a bhrí
Níor bhraitheas riamh aon mhothú im' dhearna ná im' lámh
Ná leoithní a bhrath ansin thuas i mbarr crainn
Ach taoise ann
Soilsigh na spéartha thuaidh

Ag fanacht atáimse le fada
Séidte atáim ag an stoirm
Is fada an lá mé ar seachrán
Trí na daoine a casadh orm
Ó, dá bhféadfá is d'fhéadfá -
Dírigh m'aigne nua.

An mbeadh grá agat dom 's mé saibhir
Nó do m'éirim thabharfá grá?
An mbeadh grá agat dom sa gheimhreadh
An mbeadh grá agat dom go bás
Ó, dá bhféadfá is d'fhéadfá -
Tar, séid do throimpéad fuar

Níor bhraitheas riamh gintlíocht mhire mar seo
Ní fhaca an ré, ná an sáile ná a bhrí
Níor bhraitheas riamh aon mhothú im' dhearna ná im' lámh
Ná leoithní a bhrath ansin thuas i mbarr crainn
Ach taoise ann
Soilsigh na spéartha thuaidh

NORTHERN SKY

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

  
  
  

EITLÍONN JEREMY

Eitlíonn Jeremy
Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.

Tamall ó Londain
Jacomo saor
Iompraíonn a bhuairt
An mhuir 'na caor
Sa tóir ar a bheatha
Sa tóir ar an bhfód
Sa tóir ar an eachtra
Nár insíodh fós

Tamall ó chomhrá
Gan éinne 'r fáil,
Níor mhaith leo a bheith
'Na n-aonaráin
Tamall ag teastáil
Chun éalú ar fad
Tamall lán iontais
Is tamall i ngad

Eitlíonn Jeremy
Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.

THREE HOURS

Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave

Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known

Three hours from speaking
Everyone's flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own

Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave

  

D'INIS AN tAM DOM

D'inis an t-am dom
Gur tusa an tseoid
Seoid agus buairt
D'aigne an bhróin

Is d'inis an t-am dom
Gan cuardach níos mó
Aimseoidh ár n-aigéan
An trá fá dheoidh

Is fágfad na bealaí a dheineann díom féin
An neach sin nach maith leis é fhéin
Bealaí a fhágaint a dtugaim grá
Do nithe nach dtuilleann mo ghrá

D'inis an t-am dom
Gur gheal tú mar lá
Gan aon lorg coise
Gan dealg, id' bhláth

Insíonn do dheora
A leithéid de scéal
Níl leigheas ar do bhuaireamh
I gcaint ó do bhéal

Inseoidh an t-am duit
Bheith taobh liom, a stór
I dtreo 's nach féidir
Aon ní 'cheilt orm níos mó

Is tréig na bealaí a dheineann díot féin
An neach sin nach maith léi í féin
Bealaí a thréigean a dtugann tú grá
Do nithe nach dtuilleann do ghrá

D'inis an t-am dom
Gur tusa an tseoid
Seoid agus buairt
D'aigne an bhróin

Agus d'inis an t-am dom
Gan cuardach níos mó
Aimseoidh ár n-aigéan
An trá fá dheoidh

TIME HAS TOLD ME

Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore
 
So I'll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love
 
Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn
 
Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say
 
And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'Til there's no more to hide
 
So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love
 
Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind
 
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
So someday our ocean
Will find its shore

Nick Drake - Gadhar Dúshúileach (Black Eyed Dog)

Gadhar Dúshúileach

Gadhar dúshúileach tháinig chugam
Gadhar dúshúileach bhí tuilleadh uaidh
Gadhar dúshúileach d'aithin mé
Gadhar dúshúileach d'aithin mé
Gadhar na súl dubh
Gadhar na súl dubh

Ag dul in aois is fonn orm dul siar
Ag dul in aois is gan aon teacht aniar
Ag dul in aois is fonn orm dul siar

Gadhar dúshúileach tháinig chugam
Gadhar dúshúileach bhí tuilleadh uaidh

Black Eyed Dog

A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog knew my name
A black eyed dog knew my name
A black eyed dog
A black eyed dog.
I'm growing old and I want to go home
I'm growing old and I don't want to know
I'm growing old and I want to go home.
A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more.

Nick Drake - Spraoi na maidine (From The Morning)

Spraoi na Maidine

Do gheal an lá, is bhí sé go hálainn
Do gheal an lá ar an bhfód
An oíche do thit
Is bhí an t-aer go hálainn
Thit an oíche anallód.

Is féach ar an lá
Na dathanna go brách
Téir is foghlaim an cluiche sin -
Spraoi na maid'ne

Is éirímid
Táimid i ngach aon bhall
Táimid ag éirí ón bhfód
Í ar eití
Tá sí i ngach aon bhall
Tá sí mar pheiteal róis

Ó, na radhairc 'tá romhat
Na hoícheanta go deo
Téir is foghlaim an cluiche sin -
Spraoi na maid'ne

From The Morning

A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around.

So look see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around
So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

  

Nick Drake - Bheith mar sin ón dTús ( One of These Things First)

Bheith mar sin ón dTús

D'fhéadfainn bheith im' mhairnéalach, im' chócaire fiú
Im' leannán dílis, nó im' leabhar arú.
D'fhéadfainn bheith i mo chomhartha, d'fhéadfainn bheith im' chlog
Chomh simplí leis an gciteal, nó carraig nár bhog.
D'fhéadfainn bheith
Anseo beo
Ba cheart dom, is d'fhéadfainn
Go deo.
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . . .
Bheith mar sin ón dtús
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . ..
Bheith mar sin ón dtús.

D'fhéadfainn bheith i mo cholún, do dhoras, a stór
D'fhéadfainn bheith in aice leat, le go bhfaighinn níos mó.
D'fhéadfainn bheith im' dhealbh, do chara go héag,
Mo shaol ar fad a chaitheamh leat gan bhréag.
Is bheith le d'ais go brách
Sea d'fhéadfainn, ba cheart dom sea, a ghrá
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . . .
Bheith mar sin ón dtús
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . ..
Bheith mar sin ón dtús.

Sea d'fhéadfainn bheith i m'fheadóg, d'fhéadfainn bheith im' fhliúit,
Im' ghaiscíoch foirtil, seanbhróg, a rún.
D'fhéadfainn bheith i mo chomhartha, d'fhéadfainn bheith im' chlog
Chomh simplí leis an gciteal, nó carraig nár bhog.
Is d'fhéadfainn bheith id' ghaobhar
Ba cheart dom, ba cheart is le faobhar
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . . .
Bheith mar sin ón dtús
D'fhéadfainn a bheith . ..
Bheith mar sin ón dtús.

One of These Things First

I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

Nick Drake - Crann Torthaí (Fruit Tree)

Crann Torthaí

Crann torthaí 'tá sa cháil
Ní seasmach í
Níl i ndán di bláthú
'Dtí go mbeidh a stoc sa chill.
Fir lán de chlú
Ní thiocfaidh siad ar shlí
Go n-éalóidh am
Ó lá a mbáis faraor.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.

Níl sa saol ach cuimhne
Tharla sé fadó
Amharclann mhór an uaignis
Agus dearmad ar an seó.
Ana éasca
Ligint dó imeacht ar fán
Stopann tú le hiontas
Mar nár cheistigh tú cén fáth.

Slán 'stigh sa bhroinn
Broinn na n-oícheanta síoraí
Faigheann tú sa doircheacht
Solas nach n-imíonn.
Slán insan áit, domhain domhain sa chré
Feicfidh siad fá dheoidh gile do ré.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.

Crann torthaí 'tá sa cháil
Ní seasmach í
Níl i ndán di bláthú
'Dtí go mbeidh a stoc sa chill.
Fir lán de chlú
Ní thiocfaidh siad ar shlí
Go n-éalóidh am
Ó lá a mbáis faraor.
Dearúdta is tú beo
Beidh cuimhne ort, beagán,
I d'fhothrach breá nua
I stíl ón seana am.

Crann, crann torthaí
Níl eolas ort ach ag báisteach is aer.
Ná bí buartha
Feicfidh siad go léir ar ball.

Crann, crann torthaí
Oscail do shúile, bliain eile romhat
Tuigfidh siad
Gach aon ní fút, sea, ar ball.

Fruit Tree

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.

Life is but a memory
Happened long ago.
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show.
Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
'Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why.


Safe in the womb
Of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can
Give the brightest light.
Safe in your place deep in the earth
That's when they'll know what you were really worth.
Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style.

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
'Till its stock is in the ground.
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.

Fruit tree, fruit tree
No one knows you but the rain and the air.
Don't you worry
They'll stand and stare when you're gone.

Fruit tree, fruit tree
Open your eyes to another year.
They'll all know
That you were here when you're gone.


  
  

Nick Drake - Deireadh leis an lá (Day is done)

Deireadh leis an lá

Deireadh leis an lá
Grian ag titim amhail bláth
Chomh maith le gach aon ní a bhí láidir tráth -
Deireadh leis an lá.

Deireadh leis an lá
Deireadh leis an rás ní gá a rá
Léim tú isteach róluath, á,
Siar leat arís go tús an rás'.

Deireadh leis an lá, tá an oíche fuar,
Daoine 'g éirí sean monuar
Níl ór ar bith faoi bhun an tuair
Tá an oíche fuar

D'eitil uait an t-éan
Níl aon neach agat faoin spéir
Gan baile agat faoin ngréin
D'eitil uait an t-éan

Tá an cluiche thart
An nuachtán séidte thar an gcúirt
Cailleadh é roimh am i bhfad róluath
Tá an cluiche thart

Cóisir is clabhsúr
Tá tú lán de bhrón is buairt
Ní raibh ann ach am á chur amú
Cóisir is clabhsúr

Deireadh leis an lá
Grian ag titim amhail bláth
Chomh maith le gach aon ní a bhí láidir tráth -
Deireadh leis an lá.

NICK DRAKE: WAY TO BLUE / AN BEALACH GO DTÍ GORM

AN BEALACH GO DTÍ GORM

Nach bhfuil siolla ann a léireodh dom an tslí
Nach bhfuil eolas ann faoin mbealach 'dtí an ghrian
Inis domsa gach aon ní
Léirigh domsa gan imní
Tar is abair liom
An bealach go dtí gorm.

Chonaic tú an tír, maireann sí ar bhríos
Féach an dtuigeann tú an solas ins na crainn
Inis domsa gach aon ní
Léirigh domsa gan imní
Abair liom inniu
An bealach go dtí gorm.

Féach trí am is aimsigh rím
Abair cad tá ann
Beimid ann, sin mar 'bhíonn,
Dóchasach mar dhall

Bhfuil sé ann mar scáil, gach a raibh id' cheann
An bhfuil fód le fáil
Is an oíche ann?
Inis domsa gach aon ní
Léirigh domsa gan imní
Tar is abair liom
An bealach go dtí gorm.

WAY TO BLUE

Don't you have a word to show what may be done
Have you never heard a way to find the sun
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue?

Have you seen the land living by the breeze
Can you understand a light among the trees
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Tell us all today
If you know the way to blue?

Look through time and find your rhyme
Tell us what you find
We will wait at your gate
Hoping like the blind.

Can you now recall all that you have known?
Will you never fall
When the light has flown?
Tell me all that you may know
Show me what you have to show
Won't you come and say
If you know the way to blue?