She lhondoo braew ta goaill arrane lesh bree,
Agh ta my chree boght ayns geulaghyn.
Ta dagh bine jeh ‘ghob myr snaid ta seiy my chleaysh,
Cur boirey er my inchyn dree.
It’s a fine blackbird that is singing with gusto,
But my poor heart is in chains.
Each note from his beak is like a needle that pierces my ear,
Perturbing my dullard mind.
She lomman t’ayn, ta sheidey veih’n niar,
Harrish ny sleityn rooisht as moanee liauyr.
Agh fo nyn gassyn hene ta mirrilyn dy liooar,
As markiagh er y gheay ta feeagh braew mooar.
It’s a stripping wind, that’s blowing from the east,
Across the bare mountains and the long turf land.
But beneath our very feet there are miracles enough,
And riding on the wind is a fine big raven.
In the autumn Francis Boutle Publishers will be issuing a second volume in the series The Lesser Used Languages of Europe: Manannan’s Cloak: a bilngual anthology of Manx literature, edited by Robert Corteen Carswell. The first volume was The Turn of the Ermine: an anthology of Breton literature.
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