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A Úna bhán, is gránna an luighe sin ort
Ar leabaidh caol árd ameasc na mílte corp;
Muna dtagaidh d' fháidh orm, a stáid-bhean bhí riamh gan locht,
Ní thiocfaidh mé chum na h-áite seo go bráth acht aréir 's anocht.
2. A Úna bhán, a bhláth na ndlaoith ómra,
Tar éis do bháis de bhárr droch-chómhairle;
Féach, a ghrádh, cia aca b' fhearr de 'n dá chómhairle?
A éan i gcliabhán, is mé i nÁtha na Donóige.
3. A Úna bhán, d'fhágbhuidh tú mé i mbrón casta,
Agus cia b' áil leat bheith trácht air go deo feasta,
Cúilín fáinneach air ar fhás suas an t-ór leaghtha?
A's go mbfhearr liom air láimh leat 'na an ghlóir Flaithis.
4. A Úna bhán, ar seisean, na gcurachán cam,
'S an dá shúil agat ba chiuine d'á ndeachaidh i gceann,
A bhéilín an tsiúcra, mar leamhnacht, mar fhíon 's mar bheoir,
Agus a chos dheas lúthmhar is tú shiúbhalfadh gan phian i mbróig.
5. A Úna bhán, mar rós i ngáirdín thú,
'S ba choinnleoir óir ar bhórd na bainríoghna thú;
Ba cheileabhar 's ba cheolmhar ag gabháil an bhealaigh seo rómham thú,
'S é mo chreach maidne bhrónach nár pósadh liom thú.
6. A Úna bhán, is tú do mhearuigh mo chiall;
A Úna, is tú a chuaidh go dlúth idir mé 'gus Dia;
A Úna, a chraobh churtha, a lúibín casta na gciabh,
Nár bh'fearr damh-sa bheith gan súile ná d'fheiceál ariamh?
7. Is fliuch agus fuar mo chuairt-se chum an bhaile aréir,
Agus mé mo shuidhe suas ar bhruach na leapthan liom féin,
A ghile gan gruaim ag nár luadhadh an iomadamhlacht acht mé,
Cad as nach bhfuagruigheann tú fuacht na maidne dham féin?
8. Tá daoine annsan tsaoghal so chaitheas di-mheas ar dhúithche folamh
A lán de mhaoin shaoghalta, agus ni buan í aca;
Ceasacht maoine ni dheanfainn ná truagh fearainn,
Acht b'fhearr liom ná dá chaora da mbheidheadh Úna agam.
9. Seasaidh agus dearcaidh, bhfuil mo ró-ghrádh ag tigheacht?
Is mar chnap-sneachta í a's mar mhil bheacha do reoidheadh an ghrian;
Mar chnap-sneachta 's mar mhil bheacha do reoidheadh an ghrian,
Agus a chuid 's a charaid, is fada mé beo id' dhiaidh.
10. A Úna, a ainnir, a charaid, 's a dhéid órdha,
A bhéilín mealdha nár chan riamh éagcóra,
B'fhearr liom-sa bheith ar leabaidh léi 'ga síor-phógadh
'Ná mo shuidhe i bhFlaitheas i gcathaoir na Trionóide.
11. Ghluais mé tríd baile mo charad aréir,
A's ní bhfuair mé féin fuaradh ná fliuchadh mo bhéil;
'S é 'dubhairt an stuagh-chailín gruama a's madar as a méar,
"Mo thri truaighe ní n-uaigneas do casadh liom thu féin."
1. O fair Una, 'tis ugly, this lying upon you
On a high, narrow bed among a thousand corpses;
If your answering shout does not come to me,
- - - o stately woman who was always without fault - - -
I will not come to this town ever again, but for last night and tonight.
2. O fair Una, o blossom of the amber locks,
After your death because of bad advice;
Look, my love, which of the two counsels was better,
O bird in a cage, when I was in the Ford of the Donogue?
3. O fair Una, you left me twisted up in grief,
And why would there be in you a desire to make much of it forevermore,
O girl with pretty, ringleted hair, on whom the molten gold grew?
I would prefer being with you to the glory of the Kingdom [of Heaven].
4. O fair Una, said he of the crooked skiffs,
Your two eyes were the gentlest that were ever put in a head,
O little mouth of sugar, like new milk, like wine and like beoir,
O lovely, nimble foot, you would walk without pain in a shoe.
5. O fair Una, you were like a rose in a garden,
And you were a golden candlestick on the queen's table;
You were a melody, and musical, when you walked the road before me,
'Tis my sorrowful loss of the morning that you were not married to me.
6. O fair Una, it is you who deranged my senses;
O Una, it is you who came firmly between me and God;
O Una, o fragrant bough, o curly ringlet of hair,
Wouldn't it have been better for me to be without eyes, never seeing you?
7. My visit to the town last night was wet and cold,
And I was sitting up on the edge of the bed by myself;
O brightness without gloom, to whom many were not betrothed, but I was,
Why do you not proclaim to me the coldness of the morning?
8. There are people in this world who hurl contempt on an empty estate,
Full of worldly wealth themselves, although it does not last forever;
I would not complain of lack of wealth nor lament lack of land,
But I would rather have Una than two sheep.
9. Stand and look, is my great love coming?
She is like a snowball and bees' honey which would freeze the sun;
Like a snowball and bees' honey which would freeze the sun,
My treasure and my darling, 'tis a long time I've lived without you.
10. O Una, maiden, darling, and golden teeth,
O little honeyed mouth which never uttered an injustice,
I would have preferred to be in bed with her, kissing her continually,
Than to sit in the Kingdom of Heaven on the throne of the Trinity.
11. I passed through my friends' town last night,
Yet I found nothing with which to cool or wet my mouth;
The graceful girl, glum and with madder on her fingers, said,
"Thrice woe is me, that I did not meet you in solitude."
www.musicanet.org/robokopp/eire/unabhan.html - источник
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A Úna bhán, is gránna an luighe sin ort
Ar leabaidh caol árd ameasc na mílte corp;
Muna dtagaidh d' fháidh orm, a stáid-bhean bhí riamh gan locht,
Ní thiocfaidh mé chum na h-áite seo go bráth acht aréir 's anocht.
2. A Úna bhán, a bhláth na ndlaoith ómra,
Tar éis do bháis de bhárr droch-chómhairle;
Féach, a ghrádh, cia aca b' fhearr de 'n dá chómhairle?
A éan i gcliabhán, is mé i nÁtha na Donóige.
3. A Úna bhán, d'fhágbhuidh tú mé i mbrón casta,
Agus cia b' áil leat bheith trácht air go deo feasta,
Cúilín fáinneach air ar fhás suas an t-ór leaghtha?
A's go mbfhearr liom air láimh leat 'na an ghlóir Flaithis.
4. A Úna bhán, ar seisean, na gcurachán cam,
'S an dá shúil agat ba chiuine d'á ndeachaidh i gceann,
A bhéilín an tsiúcra, mar leamhnacht, mar fhíon 's mar bheoir,
Agus a chos dheas lúthmhar is tú shiúbhalfadh gan phian i mbróig.
5. A Úna bhán, mar rós i ngáirdín thú,
'S ba choinnleoir óir ar bhórd na bainríoghna thú;
Ba cheileabhar 's ba cheolmhar ag gabháil an bhealaigh seo rómham thú,
'S é mo chreach maidne bhrónach nár pósadh liom thú.
6. A Úna bhán, is tú do mhearuigh mo chiall;
A Úna, is tú a chuaidh go dlúth idir mé 'gus Dia;
A Úna, a chraobh churtha, a lúibín casta na gciabh,
Nár bh'fearr damh-sa bheith gan súile ná d'fheiceál ariamh?
7. Is fliuch agus fuar mo chuairt-se chum an bhaile aréir,
Agus mé mo shuidhe suas ar bhruach na leapthan liom féin,
A ghile gan gruaim ag nár luadhadh an iomadamhlacht acht mé,
Cad as nach bhfuagruigheann tú fuacht na maidne dham féin?
8. Tá daoine annsan tsaoghal so chaitheas di-mheas ar dhúithche folamh
A lán de mhaoin shaoghalta, agus ni buan í aca;
Ceasacht maoine ni dheanfainn ná truagh fearainn,
Acht b'fhearr liom ná dá chaora da mbheidheadh Úna agam.
9. Seasaidh agus dearcaidh, bhfuil mo ró-ghrádh ag tigheacht?
Is mar chnap-sneachta í a's mar mhil bheacha do reoidheadh an ghrian;
Mar chnap-sneachta 's mar mhil bheacha do reoidheadh an ghrian,
Agus a chuid 's a charaid, is fada mé beo id' dhiaidh.
10. A Úna, a ainnir, a charaid, 's a dhéid órdha,
A bhéilín mealdha nár chan riamh éagcóra,
B'fhearr liom-sa bheith ar leabaidh léi 'ga síor-phógadh
'Ná mo shuidhe i bhFlaitheas i gcathaoir na Trionóide.
11. Ghluais mé tríd baile mo charad aréir,
A's ní bhfuair mé féin fuaradh ná fliuchadh mo bhéil;
'S é 'dubhairt an stuagh-chailín gruama a's madar as a méar,
"Mo thri truaighe ní n-uaigneas do casadh liom thu féin."
1. O fair Una, 'tis ugly, this lying upon you
On a high, narrow bed among a thousand corpses;
If your answering shout does not come to me,
- - - o stately woman who was always without fault - - -
I will not come to this town ever again, but for last night and tonight.
2. O fair Una, o blossom of the amber locks,
After your death because of bad advice;
Look, my love, which of the two counsels was better,
O bird in a cage, when I was in the Ford of the Donogue?
3. O fair Una, you left me twisted up in grief,
And why would there be in you a desire to make much of it forevermore,
O girl with pretty, ringleted hair, on whom the molten gold grew?
I would prefer being with you to the glory of the Kingdom [of Heaven].
4. O fair Una, said he of the crooked skiffs,
Your two eyes were the gentlest that were ever put in a head,
O little mouth of sugar, like new milk, like wine and like beoir,
O lovely, nimble foot, you would walk without pain in a shoe.
5. O fair Una, you were like a rose in a garden,
And you were a golden candlestick on the queen's table;
You were a melody, and musical, when you walked the road before me,
'Tis my sorrowful loss of the morning that you were not married to me.
6. O fair Una, it is you who deranged my senses;
O Una, it is you who came firmly between me and God;
O Una, o fragrant bough, o curly ringlet of hair,
Wouldn't it have been better for me to be without eyes, never seeing you?
7. My visit to the town last night was wet and cold,
And I was sitting up on the edge of the bed by myself;
O brightness without gloom, to whom many were not betrothed, but I was,
Why do you not proclaim to me the coldness of the morning?
8. There are people in this world who hurl contempt on an empty estate,
Full of worldly wealth themselves, although it does not last forever;
I would not complain of lack of wealth nor lament lack of land,
But I would rather have Una than two sheep.
9. Stand and look, is my great love coming?
She is like a snowball and bees' honey which would freeze the sun;
Like a snowball and bees' honey which would freeze the sun,
My treasure and my darling, 'tis a long time I've lived without you.
10. O Una, maiden, darling, and golden teeth,
O little honeyed mouth which never uttered an injustice,
I would have preferred to be in bed with her, kissing her continually,
Than to sit in the Kingdom of Heaven on the throne of the Trinity.
11. I passed through my friends' town last night,
Yet I found nothing with which to cool or wet my mouth;
The graceful girl, glum and with madder on her fingers, said,
"Thrice woe is me, that I did not meet you in solitude."
www.musicanet.org/robokopp/eire/unabhan.html - источник