Prìosan
Chunnaic mi eun sèimh
sèmh an-diughair iteig,
chunnaic mi geal e
a-mach air uinneagan mo sheòmair,
chunnaic mi e saor
à tighinn 's a' falbh tro m' fhaicsinn -
's bha a shiubhal foirf',
air mheidh bil sgèith a' seòladh.
Lean an dealbh air mo sgàthan,
an cridhe dol mun cuairt gu mion air;
an inntinn ghionach
a' sealg air gus a thuigsinn;
's mi s' strì ri uinneag
fhosgladh:
a' stri gus ruighinn air mo sheòlaid.
Prison
I saw a smooth
gentle bird today flying,
I saw it white
out of the window of my room,
I saw it free
flying in and out of my sight;
and its motion was flawless
sailing on balanced wingtips.
the heart encircling it minutely,
the greedy mind
stalking it in order to understand it,
as I strove to get a window
open
strove to make contact with my element.
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