A Chaill ’s a Ghràidh (II)

Ma thubhairt ar cainnt gum bheil an ciall
Co-ionnan ris a’ ghaol,
Cha n-fhìor dhith

’N uair dhearc mo shùil air t’aodann
Cha d’ nochd e ciall a’ ghràidh,
Cha d’ fheòraich mi mu ’n train ud.

’N uair chuala mi do ghuth cha d’ rinn
E an roinneadh so ’nam chré;
Cha d’ rinn a’chiad uair.

Ach dhiùich sud dhomh gun aithne dhomh
Is reub e freumh mo chré;
Gam sguabadh leis ’na shiaban.

Leis nab ha dhomh de bhreannachadh
Gun d’ rinn mi falas strì;
Gun d’ rinneadh gleachd le m’ chéill.

Bho dhoimhneachd an t-sean ghliocais so
’s ann labhair mi ri m’ghaol,
‘Cha diù leam thu, cha diù bhuam’.

    Air an taobh a stigh mo ghaol,
    Mo thuigse air an taobh ghrinn,
    Is bhristeadh a’ chomhla bhaoth.

Is thubhairt mo thuigse ri mo ghaol,
‘Cha dhuinn an dùbailteachd;
Tha an coimeasgadh ’s a’ghaol.’

                                                    An céitean  1932


Reason and Love

If our language has said that reason
is identical with love,
it is not speaking the truth.

When me eye lighted on your face
It did not show the reason in love,
I did not ask you about the third part.

When I heard your voice it did not make
This division in my flesh;
It did not the first time.

But that came to me without my knowing
and it tore the root of my being,
sweeping me within its drift.

With all I had of apprehension
I put up a shadow of a fight;
my reason struggled.

From the depths of this old wisdom
I spoke to my love:
you are not worthy of me, nor from me.

    On the inside of my love,
    my intellect on the elegant side,
    and the foolish door was broken.

And my intellect said to my love:
duality is not for us;
we mingle in love

                                                      May 1932