Translation of the song lyrics Maire Mhilis Bhrea - Solas

Maire Mhilis Bhrea (original)

A Mhaire mhilis bhrea
Do dh’fhuig an saighead seo im' lar
Ni leigheasfar in Oilean na Fodhla
'S do bhearfainn dar mo lamh
Da bhfaighfea fein mo chas
Na ligfear me i mbas gan foirthint
Ni chaithim unsa bidh
Ni chodlaim neal o luim
Ni tapa ionam na bri na scail bheag
Mara bhfaighfidh me uair no scith
Le dianghra lar mo chroi
Ni mhairfidh me beo mi na raithe
Nil fios a leigheas mo chra
Ag aoinne beo le failt
Ach amhain ag an mnaoi seo do bhreoigh me Nil me leighes ar mhuir na tra
Nil mo leigheas ar luibh na lamha
Nil mo leigheas ach ag blath na hoige
Ni dh’aithnim lon thar chuach
Ni dh’aithnim teas thar fuacht
Ni dh’aithnim aon uair mo chairde
Ni dh’aithnim oiche thar la Ach dh’aithneodh mo chroi mo ghra
Da dtagadh si i dtrath agus foirthint
A Mhaire is tu mo ghra
A ghra mo chroi do chra
Gra sin gan donas gan aon eislinn
Gra o aois go bas
Gra o bhaois go fas
Gra a chuirfeadh go dluth fe cheim me Gra gan suil le saol
Gra gan tnuth le spre
Gra do d’fhag me craite i ndaorbhroid
Gra mo chroi thar mhnaibh
Is a shamhail suid de ghra
Is annamh e le failt ag aon fhear
Foir a chumainn dean
Is tabhair 'om phog od bheil
Is tog anois chugat fein on mbas me No ordaigh leaba chaol
I gcomhra chluthair deil
I bhfogas don daol 's da chairde
Ni beo mo bheo acht eag
Ni glor mo ghlor ach gaoth
Nil snua orm saol na slainte
Ach go deorach bronach treith
Gan cheol gan sport gan reim
I ndaorbhroid 's i bpein le gra dhu

Maire Mhilis Bhrea (translation)

Dear sweet Mary
This arrow hit a target
It will not be cured in the Isle of Fodhla
And I would say on my own
I would find my turn
Do not let me die without merit
I don't waste an ounce of food
I don't sleep like a cloud
The small scales are not fast in me
But I'll find one or the other
With a heavy heart
I will not live to die
There is no cure for my pain
Anyone alive is welcome
Only by this woman did I heal, I am not healed on the sea of ​​tra
The herbs of the hands are not my cure
My cure is only in the flower of childhood
I don't recognize a lon over a bunch
I don't know heat over cold
I never recognize my friends
I would not know night over day But my heart would know my love
She came in time and fortune
Dear Mary, you are my love
My heart loves you
Gra so no donas no eslinn
Gra from age to death
Love from birth to life
A man who would bring me close to him, a man without an eye for life
Gra without thread with spre
Thank you for leaving me devastated
Gra my heart over women
They are a model of love
It is rarely welcomed by any man
People who associate
Give me a kiss on the mouth
Now go to yourself since I died Or order a narrow bed
In the cozy atmosphere of a lathe
Close to family and friends
I will not live but edit
My voice is nothing but wind
I don't know the life of salvation
But with characteristic tears
No music no sport no rhyme
In grief and pain with love