Ο Θρήνος του Μακ Κρίμμον ή το Τραγούδι της Μπάνσι





H μουσική σύνθεση του τραγουδιού

έγινε τo 1745

κατά την πολεμική αναχώρηση του

Donald Mac Crimmon,

αυλητή του αρχηγού των Mac Leod.

Ο Mac Crimmon δεν επέστρεψε ποτέ πίσω,

ενώ η αδελφή του θέλησε να γράψει τους στίχους

χαρίζοντας έτσι στην Ιστορία

την τελευταία σύνθεση του Donald
γνωστή ώς

ο Θρήνος του Μακ Κρίμμον

ή

το Τραγούδι της Μπάνσι

Dh' iadh ceo nan stuc mu en dann Chuilinn,

Is sheinn bhean-shith a torman mulaid,

Gorm shuilean ciuin 's an Duin a sileadh,

O'n thriall thu uainn 's nach till thu tuille.

๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑

Over Cooliu's face the night is creeping,

The banshee's wail is round us sweeping;

Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping,

Since you are gone and never returned.

   

♜

 

Cha till, cha till, cha till Mac Criomainn,

An cogadh no sith cha till e tuille,

Le airgiod no ni cha till Mac Criomainn,

Cha till e gu brath gu la na cruinne.

๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑

No more, no more, no more returning,

In peace nor in war is he returning

Till dawns the great Day of Doom and burning,

Mac Crimmon is home

no more returning.

♜

Tha osag nam beann gu fann ag imeachd,

Gach sruthan 's gach allt gu mall le bruthiach,

Tha ealtainn nan speur feadh geugan dubbach,

A caoidh gu'n d' fhalbh 's nach till thu tuille.

๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑

The breeze of the bens is gently blowing,

The brooks in the glens are softly flowing;

Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing

Birds mourn for thee who never returned.

 

♜

 

Tha'n fhairge fa dheòidh Ian bròin is mulaid,

Tha'm báita fo sheol, ach dbiult i siubhal ;

Tha gáirich nan tonn le fuaim neo-shubhach,

Ag radh gun d' fhalbh 's nach till thu tuille.

๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑

Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing,

The boat under sail unmoved is lying;

The voice of the waves in sadness dying,

Say, you are away and never returned.

♜

Cha chluinnear do cheol 's an Dun mu fheasgar,

'S mac-talla nam mur le muiru 'ga fhreagairt,

Gach fleasgach is òigh gun cheòl, gun bheadradh,

O'n thriall thu uainn 's nach till thu tuille.

๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑

We 'll see no more Mac Crimmon's returning.

Nor in peace nor in war is be returning;

Till dawns the great day of woe and burning,

For him, for him there 's no returning.

 

The Songs & Hymns of the Scottish Highlands
L.MAC BEAN
EDINBURGH ~ 1888