Cànan nan Gàidheal

4.4.2 Bàrd dà-chànanach

Ged nach eil Aonghas MacNeacail a’ cleachdadh ach an riochd Gàidhlig de ainm, tha e cliùiteach airson a bhàrdachd san dà chànan.

Tha grunn luchd-naidheachd, actaran agus craoladairean a’ dèanamh an aon rud, rud a tha a’ toirt dhaibh barrachd chothroman cosnaidh.

Figear 30 Aonghas MacNeacail

Seo an dàn aig Aonghas air Marilyn Monroe, san dà chànan. Gheibhear làrach-lìn Aonghais aig: www.aonghasmacneacail.co.uk/cv.htm

Marilyn Monroe le Aonghas Macneacail

òr 'na do ghruaig gold in your hair
òr ann an ìnean do chas gold in the nails on your feet
òr ann an ruisg chadalach do shùilean beò gold in the sleepy lids of your living eyes
òr 'na do ghruaidhean, 'nam fathann athaidh gold in your cheeks, in their rumour of a blush
òr ruadh do bhilean red gold of your lips
òr sa ghualainn mhìn àrd a' fasgadh do smig gold in the raised shoulder that shelters your chin
òr anns a' bhroilleach ghealltanachd gold in your breasts, their promise
paisgte 'na bhad enfolded in wisps
òr 'na do chneas seang, air miadan do chruachan gold in your slender waist, on the meadows of your hip
ann an lùb nan sliasaid is in the curve of thigh and
air glùin nan dìomhaireachd on your knee of mysteries
rinn d' adhbrainn òrach your golden ankle gave
dannsa caol slim dances
do gach sùil a shealladh that any eye could see
airgead-beò 'na do chuislean quicksilver in your veins
airgead-beò 'na do chridhe quicksilver in your heart
airgead-beò gu na h-iomaill quicksilver to every corner
dhe d' anam of your soul
agus d' osnadh, do ghàire and your sighs, your laugh
do ghuth-seinn, do ghuth-labhairt your singing, your speech
mar bhraoin de dh'òr like a mist of gold
agus do gach fear a chùm and to every man who kept you
air lios leaghteach nan dealbh thu on the screen's dissolving field
òr, o gold, from
bhàrr calgach do chlaiginn gu the maned top of your skull
buinn rùisgte do chas to the bare soles of your feet
òr, òr, òr, gold, gold, gold,
beò no marbh alive or dead
their cuid nach robh thu cho cùbhraidh some say you weren't so fragrant
's iad a' deothal an t-sùigh as they suck the substance
à spòran suilt òrach do bhèin from the fertile purse of your skin
òr, òr , òr gold, gold, gold