An átaireachd bhuan
Cluinn fuaim na h-átaireachd árd
Tha torunn a'chuain
Mar chualas leam-s' e nam pháisd
Gun mhuthadh gun truas
A' sluaisreadh gainneimh na trágh'd
An átaireachd bhuan
Cluinn fuaim na h-átaireachd árd
'S na coilltean a siar
Cha'n iarainn fuireach gu bráth
Bha m'intinn's mo mhiann
A riamh air lagan a'bhaigh.
Ach iadsan bha fial
An gníomh, an caidreamh, 's an ágh
Air sgapadh gun díon
Mar thriallas ealtainn roimh námh.
Ach shiubhlaidh mi uat
Cha ghluais mi tuilleadh 'nad dháil
Tha m'aois 'us mo shnuadh
Toirt luaidh air giorrad mo lá
An ám dhomh bhi suaint'
Am fuachd's an cadal a'bháis
Mo leabaidh déan suas
Ri fuaim na h-átaireachd árd
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The ceaseless surge
Listen to the surge of the sea
The thunder of the ocean
As I heard it when I was a child
Without change, without pity
Breaking on the sand of the beach
The ceaseless surge
Listen to the high surge of the sea
In the woods of the west
I would not want to remain forever
My mind an my desire
Were always on the little hollow by the bay
But those folk who were generous in affection
In their happiness and in their acts
Have been scattered defenceless
As a flock of birds flees in front of their enemy.
I shall move away
I shall no longer stay beside you
My age and my looks speak of
The shortness of my days
But when I am wrapped
In the cold sleep of death
Make up my bed
By the sound of the high surge of the sea
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