Geàrr-iomradh

by Màiri Anna NicUalraig

Is mis’ an geàrr, am Moigheach mòr
’Gearradh leum is sìnteag fon a’ ghealaich shuas,
Faram saoghail bhailbh nam chluais,
Buille cridhe talmhainn fo mo spòig,
Is an cianaran-crò na shuain.

Sùilean dona tràth na grèine,
Làrach dìona, cha làrach dhaoine,
’G amharc cuideachd chaoin an rèidhlein
Sùil na shruth gun ghluasad an caochan
Deiseil gu leum, deiseil gu sùrdag meallaidh
Aighear leam, aighear leum, aighear èirigh.

Is mis’ an geàrr, air monadh àrd, ’g amharc
Amadan na mòintich, athair leis an àl,
Os an cionn, air ite bhuainn
Siubhal sgiobalt’ dìreach na broillich ruaidh
Is an cianaran-crò na shuain.

A gheàrr, a gheàrr, ort cùram Dhè a’ deàrrsadh
A gheàrr, a gheàrr, do chumadh glèidh, is feàrr leat.

Sùilean dona tràth na grèine
Bealach àrd na uinneag dha na speuran
’G amharc faileas coire rèidh lem
Shùil na shruth gun ghluasad an caochan
Deiseil gu leum, deiseil gu sùrdag meallaidh
Aighear leam, aighear leum, aighear èirigh

The Hare’s Accounting 

I am the hare, the great Hare
Cutting a triple jump beneath the moon above,
The sound of a silent world in my ear,
The land’s heartbeat beneath my paw,
And the leviathan lies sleeping.

Brown daylight eyes,
A form of safety, no human form,
Watching the kind company of this expanse
With an eye like the still current of the hidden stream
Ready to leap, ready to bound and jink,
Joy in me, joy in the leap, joy in rising.

I am the hare, on the high moorland, watching
The Fool-of-the-Moor, the father with his brood;
Above them, away from us in flight
The swift, direct flight of her red-belly
And the leviathan lies sleeping.

Hare, o hare, God’s care shines on you,
Hare, o hare, keep your likeness, the better for you.

Brown daylight eyes
The mountain pass a window to the skies
Watching the reflection of the still corrie pool
With my eye like the still current of the hidden stream
Ready to leap, ready to bound and jink,
Joy in me, joy in the leap, joy in rising.