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Ar an lá seo 3 Meitheamh, 1963, cailleadh an mórfhile Nâzım Hikmet Ran |
Angina PectorisMá tá leath mo chroí anseo, a dhochtúir, sa tSín atá an leath eile leis an arm agus ár dtriall ar an Abhainn Bhuí. Agus gach maidin, a dhochtúir, gach aon mhaidin le héirí na gréine, lámhachtar mo chroí sa Ghréig. Agus gach aon oíche, a dhochtúir, agus na cimí ina gcodladh is an otharlann tréigthe stopann mo chroí ag bathlach tí in Iostanbúl. Is ansin i ndiaidh deich mbliana níl agam le tairiscint do mo mhuintir bhocht ach an t-úll seo im’ lámh, a dhochtúir, úll dearg amháin: mo chroí. Agus sin agat anois, a dhochtúir, an chúis atá leis an angina pectoris – Ní nicitín faoi ndear é, príosún ná scléaróis artaireach. Féachaimse ar an oíche trí na barraí agus ainneoin an mheáchain ar m’ucht buaileann mo chroí fós leis na réaltaí is faide i gcéin. |
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2014-06-03
Ar an lá seo 3 Meitheamh
Shakespeare
HOT.
Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick,
quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
LADY P.
Go, ye giddy goose.
[The music plays.]
HOT.
Now I perceive the Devil understands Welsh;
And 'tis no marvel he's so humorous.
By'r Lady, he's a good musician.
LADY P.
Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are
altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear
the lady sing in Welsh.
HOT.
I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
LADY P.
Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
HOT.
No.
LADY P.
Then be still.
(An Rí Anraí IV, Cuid a hAon, Shakespeare)
Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick,
quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
LADY P.
Go, ye giddy goose.
[The music plays.]
HOT.
Now I perceive the Devil understands Welsh;
And 'tis no marvel he's so humorous.
By'r Lady, he's a good musician.
LADY P.
Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are
altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear
the lady sing in Welsh.
HOT.
I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
LADY P.
Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
HOT.
No.
LADY P.
Then be still.
(An Rí Anraí IV, Cuid a hAon, Shakespeare)
2014-06-02
Bean?
2014-06-01
Haiku le Issa (1816 & 1819)
Nach spéisiúil go bhfuil an fhuaim chéanna beagnach sa Ghaeilge, sa tSeapáinis agus sa Bhéarla i gcás an fhocail seo: súiche= susu = soot
.我家は団扇で煤をはらひけり
waga ie wa uchiwa de susu wo harai keri
Filí! Ní hiad is praiticúla ar domhan is dócha. Tá scata haiku ag Issa agus cur síos aige ar shúiche iontu.
Is brónach é an ceann seo a chum sé trí bliana ina dhiaidh sin,1819, nuair a cailleadh Sato, iníon leis:
.煤払の世話がなき身の涙かな
susu harai no sewa ga naki mi no namida
an cábán seo agamsa -
scuabaim an súiche
le fean
.我家は団扇で煤をはらひけり
waga ie wa uchiwa de susu wo harai keri
Filí! Ní hiad is praiticúla ar domhan is dócha. Tá scata haiku ag Issa agus cur síos aige ar shúiche iontu.
Is brónach é an ceann seo a chum sé trí bliana ina dhiaidh sin,1819, nuair a cailleadh Sato, iníon leis:
.煤払の世話がなき身の涙かな
susu harai no sewa ga naki mi no namida
súiche á scuabadh
is gan éinne a chabhródh liom -
mo dheora
Ar an lá seo 1 Iúil
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Ar an lá seo 1 Iúil, 1784, cailleadh Wilhelm Friedemann Bach (mac an Bhachaigh): |
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