[Eadha Deora]

In Welsh:

cof am yn geltiaid farw

Yn unig ar y glan, i'n aros.
Haul darfod yn araf,
eithr i'n trigo bellach--yn ddwys.
Lleuad cynyddu yn grwn,
eithr i'n sefyll union--yn ddewr.
Tywod rhwng fy mysedd troed,
Tonnau cwmpas fy ngwddf,
Tawelwch a tristwch.
Am Yfory.

Lluoedd ar y gorwel, cychod ehedeg.
Dyfroedd troi coch dan y haul cywir,
seren chwalu.
Drychiolaethau gwen pelydru dan y lleuad holliach,
breuddwyd creulon.
Hwyliau dawnsio yn nigofaint.
Rhwyfwyr curo yn atgasrwydd.
Nhw'n dod agos.
Angau-galwad agos.

Yn unig ar y glan, i'n syrthio.
Haul crio yn isel,
eithr i'n ymgreinio bellach--yn ddwys.
Lleuad dangos yn ddaear,
eithr i'n pelydru oerllyd--yn ddewr.
Gwaed cympas fy gorff,
Ysbryd dros cyfarfod chwi,
Tawelwch a tristwch.
Nid Yfory.

In English:

memory of the dead celts

Alone on the shore, I wait.
Sun dies slow,
but I live on--grave.
Moon grows round,
but I stand straight--brave.
Sand between my toes,
Tide around my neck,
Silence and sorrow.
For Tomorrow.

Many on the sky-line, boats fly.
Water turns red under the dead sun,
crashing star.
White ghosts gleam under the whole moon,
cruelest dream.
Sails dance in wrath.
Rowers beat in rage.
Closer they come.
Closer death-call.

Alone on the shore, I lie.
Sun weeps low,
but I sprawl still--grave.
Moon shows ground,
but I gleam cold--brave.
Blood around my body.
Spirit above to meet you.
Silence and sorrow.
No Tomorrow.

Author's Note:
The Viking raids were one of the most horrific events in Celtic history.

[sensitive1]

This was good. Interesting topic. I liked "Silence and Sorrow. No Tomorrow."

[colinbaker62]

Originally Posted by Eadha Deora

In Welsh:

cof am yn geltiaid farw

Yn unig ar y glan, i'n aros.
Haul darfod yn araf,
eithr i'n trigo bellach--yn ddwys.
Lleuad cynyddu yn grwn,
eithr i'n sefyll union--yn ddewr.
Tywod rhwng fy mysedd troed,
Tonnau cwmpas fy ngwddf,
Tawelwch a tristwch.
Am Yfory.

Lluoedd ar y gorwel, cychod ehedeg.
Dyfroedd troi coch dan y haul cywir,
seren chwalu.
Drychiolaethau gwen pelydru dan y lleuad holliach,
breuddwyd creulon.
Hwyliau dawnsio yn nigofaint.
Rhwyfwyr curo yn atgasrwydd.
Nhw'n dod agos.
Angau-galwad agos.

Yn unig ar y glan, i'n syrthio.
Haul crio yn isel,
eithr i'n ymgreinio bellach--yn ddwys.
Lleuad dangos yn ddaear,
eithr i'n pelydru oerllyd--yn ddewr.
Gwaed cympas fy gorff,
Ysbryd dros cyfarfod chwi,
Tawelwch a tristwch.
Nid Yfory.

In English:

memory of the dead celts

Alone on the shore, I wait.
Sun dies slow,
but I live on--grave.
Moon grows round,
but I stand straight--brave.
Sand between my toes,
Tide around my neck,
Silence and sorrow.
For Tomorrow.

Many on the sky-line, boats fly.
Water turns red under the dead sun,
crashing star.
White ghosts gleam under the whole moon,
cruelest dream.
Sails dance in wrath.
Rowers beat in rage.
Closer they come.
Closer death-call.

Alone on the shore, I lie.
Sun weeps low,
but I sprawl still--grave.
Moon shows ground,
but I gleam cold--brave.
Blood around my body.
Spirit above to meet you.
Silence and sorrow.
No Tomorrow.

Author's Note:
The Viking raids were one of the most horrific events in Celtic history.

I loved this. Being in Wales too made it all the more meaningful. Terrific !

[Eadha Deora]

Wales is one of my most beloved homelands. I dont know how good my welsh is, but I'm trying to get a working handle on it. I really miss the hills and streams, Snowdon's peak, and the feeling of absolute freedom and yet peace I find in that land. *sigh* I hope to be returning there this summer. Thank you for your kind comments, really.

Love, Eadha

[Storiesmaniac]

Wonderful wonderful, that was amazing. Great work. Love the translation, and i love the fact you had it in the correct language to start with.

[RENA HANDS]

Wicked imagery and here "wicked" meaning a triumphant execution of imagery.

Alone on the shore, I lie.
Sun weeps low,
but I sprawl still--grave.
Moon shows ground,
but I gleam cold--brave.
Blood around my body.
Spirit above to meet you.
Silence and sorrow.
No Tomorrow.