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(pg 24 of Nuadh Bardach)
Love's Colors
Drowsy village surrounded
by brown moor
to the horizon, to the Harris mountains.
There was a creel on the hillocks,
a creel no longer living.
But does it matter
who inherits this symbol,
if there is love in the heart?
And does it matter
for the English and those from Europe?
The heart must grow
with each day's decease, the sun rising and setting
on the purple fens.
Would it matter if there were no Gaels -
would the heather wither?
In another island - in Mull -
the moor blossoms yet,
with a few natives watching
it growing with the strangers.
A tear or two will not deter their joy -
perhaps like the joy of the first Gael
on seeing Ben Tala and Ben More
with their virgin winter coat.
This land also saw,
bare though it is,
death and life,
until it is today
silent,
smooth to the horizon
like a brown inscrutable poem.
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1 hope you did not believe the lie,
the lie foisted on us by education,
that love is uncomplicated
and that it does not matter who gives it.
For love is multi-coloured
and the heart above the moor,
high and multiform above it.
There are many loves in the heart
and many languages.
What colour is your love? -
the love outlasting the moor,
love woven with the language
forever, if one wishes.
If the moor does not hear our joy
there will be a music lost to earth
and one of the colours of love.
Dathach a'Ghraidh ("Love's Colours")
(Scots Gaelic pg 25 of Nuadh Bardach)
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Tha am baile cadalach, donn
am monadh timcheall air
a' sineadh gu faire,
gu beanntan Na Hearadh-
Bhitheadh cliatbh air na tuim,
cliabh nach eil beo an-diugh.
Ach a bheil e gu diofar
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c6 gheibh sealbh air an t-samhla seo,
ma tha gradh anns a' chridhe?
'S a bheil e gu diofar
airson Shasannach is Eurpach?
Cha sheachain an cridhe fas
le siubhal gach latha,
a' ghrian ag eirigh 's a' laighe
air na faithean purpar.
De ged nach biodh Gaidheal idir ann -
an tigeadh seargadh air an fhraoch?
Ann an eilean eile - ann am Muile -
tha am monadh dosrach fhathast
agus corra Ghaidheal ga fhaicinn
a' fas ris na strainnsearan.
Cha bhrist deur no dha an aoibhneas-san -
Is docha mar aoibhneas a' chiad Ghaidheil
a' faicinn Beinn Tala is Beinn Mor
le cota oigheil a' gheamhraidh.
Chunnaic am fearann seo cuideachd,
lom 's gu bheil e
iomadach beatha is bas,
gus a bheil e 'n-diugh
samhach,
comhnard gu faire
mar dhan donn do-thuigsinn.
Tha mi an dochas nach do chreid thu a' bhreug,
a' bhreug a sparras foghlam oirnn,
gu bheil an gradh aon-fhilite
Is nach eil e gu disfar co bheir e.
Oir tha an gradh ioma-dhathte
agus an cridhe os cionn a' mhonaidh,
Ard, iomadach os a chionn.
Tha iomadh gradh anns a' chridhe
agus iomadh canan.
De an dath a th'air do ghradh? -
an gradh as buaine na am monadh,
air a thasgadh anns a' chanan
‘Is mi thogras sinn gu brath.
Mur cluinn am monadh ar caithream
birth ceol air chall air thalamh
agus aon de dhathan a' ghraidh.
A January Day
(a poem in an old manner)
pg 44 of Nuadh Bardachd
On a January day
the untamed wind
will be smoothing things
amidst the trees.
On a strange day
waves will rise
like chequered embers
out from the headland.
The impetuous clouds will blow,
white and grey splendour,
like feathers plucked
from a plump cockerel-