"Summer's Gone"
Anonymous
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Here's my song. Sad stags moan.
Winter blows, summer's gone.
High winds lash. Low, the sun.
Short, its course. Seas roar on.
Fall-red fern loses form.
Wildgeese wail as the norm.
Cold now holds each bird's wing.
Icy times. So I sing.
The Original:
Scél lemm dúib dordaid dam
snigid gaim ro·fáith sam
Gáeth ard úar ísel grían
gair a r-rith ruirthech rían
Rorúad rath ro·cleth cruth
ro·gab gnáth giugrann guth
Ro·gab úacht etti én
aigre ré é mo scél
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