Dán an bháis
The death poemIrish
An gcluin sibh mise anois, a pheacaigh?
Ná déanaigí faillí in bhur gcás,
Ní raibh sibh tárrthaithe ag na haifrinn
Is sibh go tapaidh ag triall ’un báis.
Tiocfaidh sé go bun do choise,
Agus bhéarfaidh léim go dtí do ghlúin,
An tríú léim go húll do leise,
’S go bun do theanga as sin dá luas.
Beidh rosc na súl is a chroí á bhriseadh,
Agus cuirfidh sé an dochtúir in d’ucht go righin,
Is tú ag gluaiseacht leat ar astar fhada,
An áit a mbeidh an breitheamh ina shuí.
Beidh slóite ansin de dhiabhail ifrinn,
Agus gal de thinidh amach as a gcraos,
Mionnóchaidh siad gur dhíol tú d’anam,
Go minic leofa i dtús do shaoil.
Tiocfaidh Micheál as na flaithis,
Beidh leabhar do bheatha leis ina láimh,
Scríobhfaidh seisean síos do pheacaí,
Ó uair do bhaiste go dtí uair do bháis.
Beidh an droichead ann chomh sleamhain le gloine,
’S é chomh caol le ribe do chinn,
Beidh an dragún is a chraos le thine,
Le do shlogan dá dtitfeá ann.
Má rinne tú ariamh cara de Mhuire,
Tiocfaidh sí ar uair do bháis,
Glacfaidh sí go cruaidh do leithscéal,
Go bhfaighe tú maithiúnas ó Rí na nGrást.
Beidh na haingle ar uachtar uisce ann,
’S iad go cliste anonn is anall,
Níl aon anam dá bhfuil saor ó pheacadh,
Nach rachaidh ar eiteoga go Cuan na nGeall.
English (machine translation)
The gcluin you yours now, a sinner?
Please do not neglect in your case,
did not you tárrthaithe the masses
is bound fast you 'un death.
It will set your foot,
and shall jump to generation,
the third jump apple your thigh,
and to set up your language then its speed.
Cod eye will be heart breaking,
and inform the doctor of their stiff,
is you move you a long Astar,
the place where the judge sits.
Slóite will then pounced hell,
and vapor of thinidh out to gcraos,
Mionnóchaidh them that you sell your soul,
often leofa early life.
Michael comes from the heavens,
will welcome book with his hand,
write down your sins he said,
from time to time for baptism to death.
The bridge as slippery as glass,
and is as narrow a hair of your head,
will chraos the dragon as a fire,
With your two dtitfeá shlogan there.
If you have ever been a friend of Mary,
it arrives on time to death,
will take all efforts to excuse it,
you will soon get forgiveness from the King of Grace.
The angels on the surface water,
and they are smart and fro,
no soul both are free from sin,
not to go on wings Pledged Harbour.
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