Christopher Tin "Caoineadh" lírica

Traducción al: EN RO

Mo chara thu is mo chuid!
A mharcaigh an chlaímh ghil,
éirigh suas anois,
cuir ort do chulaith
éadaigh uasail ghlain,
chuir ort do bhéabhar dubh,
tarraing do lámhainní umat.
Siúd í in airde t'fhuip;
sin i do láir amuigh.
Buail-se an bóthar caol úd soir
mar a maolóidh romhat na toir,
mar a gcaolóidh romhat na sruth,
mar a n-umhlóidh romhat mná is fir...

My friend and my heart's love!
Oh Rider of the shining sword;
Arise up,
Put on your garments
Your fair noble clothes;
Don your black beaver,
Draw on your gloves;
See, here hangs your whip,
Your good mare waits without;
Strike eastward on the narrow road,
For the bushes will bare themselves before you,
For the streams will narrow on your path,
For men and women will bow themselves before you...