B'fhear Gaidlig briste, na Beurle cliste!

4:53pm: Ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant
‘S e survivor
A th’ anns a’ chainnt againn ceart gu leor.
San t-seagh ‘s gun do dh’ fhuiling I cradh
Is ciorram ‘s gun tainig I troimhe

‘S, ged a tha I beo air eiginn,
Fhathast, bidh sinn ga brosnachadh
Gus a bhith uasal ‘s moiteil
Gun d’ rinn I ‘n gnothach
‘S gu bheil I fhathast a’ dol,
As deidh na bh’ ann de chradh
‘S de chiorram na luib ri linn;

Mar sin dheth, tha mi cinnteach
Gum bi thu fhein, a shurivivor,
Thu fhein, a dhuine choir
A leughas an earrann seo a’tuisginn
Mar a bhios aig luchd-tarrsainn
‘S gum bi baidh is daimh agad rithe
Mar chiorramach.




( Beurla )

8:26pm: first post
Na treig
Mi gu nuileach;

Fag
Direach bideag
Ghaoil mar larach
Shios mum amhaich

dont abandon me
altogether.


Leave
just a little
bite as a mark
on my neck.

-Rody Gorman