A bhean lán de
stuaim
le
Seathrún Céitinn
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O woman full of wiles
by
Geoffrey Keating
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A bhean lán de stuaim
coingibh uaim do lámh:
ní fear gníomha sinn,
cé taoi tinn dar ngrádh.
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O woman full of wiles
Take your hand away from there
I can't do what you want
Though sick with love we are.
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Féach ar liath dem
fholt,
féach mo chorp gan lúth,
féach ar thraoch dem fhuil --
créad re bhfuil do thnúth?
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My hair has fallen out
My blood has turned to dust
My body's lost its youth
Is it after this you lust?
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Ná saoil mé go saobh,
arís ná claon do cheann;
bíodh ar ngrádh gan ghníomh
go bráth, a shíodh sheang.
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Don't think that I've
gone daft
Or toss your head again,
Our loving must be chaste
O slender fairy one.
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Druid do bhéal óm
bhéal --
doiligh an scéal do chor--
ná bíom cneas re cneas:
tig on teas an tol.
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Take your mouth away
from mine
For I pity you your plight --
When your skin rubs on mine
The heat sets us alight.
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Do chill craobhach
cas,
do rosc glas mar dhrúcht,
do chíoch chruinngheal bhláith,
tharraingeas mian súl.
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Your lovely curly
hair,
Your dew-bright green eyes
Your flower-white rounded breasts
Only my eyes can please.
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Gach ghníomh acht
ghníomh cuirp
is luighe id chuilt shuain
do-ghéan féin tréd ghrádh,
a bhean lán de stuaim.
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My body can't speak
the words
Yours hears beneath the quilt --
All else I'll do for love
O woman full of wiles.
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A fhinnebhean tséimh
shéaghanta shárchaoin tsuairc
na muirearfholt réidh raonfholtach fa a ndíol gcuach,
is iongnadh an ghné thaomannach fhasaíos uait;
gé doiligh an scéal, tréig me agus táig dhíom suas.
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O fair lady, so
gentle, accomplished, refined,
With cascading hair flowing down in ringlets and curls;
I cannot look at you without suddenly catching my breath
You must give me up, however hard it may be.
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Do-bheirimse fém
bhréithir dá mbáití an slua
san tuile do léig venus 'na táclaí anuas,
a bhurraiceach-bhé mhéarlag na mbáinchíoch gcruaidh,
gur tusa mar aon céidbhean do fágfaí im chuan.
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I swear that if all
the rest were drowned in the flood
That Venus let down when she shook out her wet hair,
You are the one I would want to be left with me,
To enjoy forever your fingers, your figure, your breasts.
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