Cò a leughas na dàin nach do sgrìobh mi?
Nuair bhàsaicheas mi
spìon mo chridhe ds mà chorp,
's le cutaig mhln
dèan bearradh beag,
is chì thu leabhar
sa bheil sgelobhte na dàin nach do sgfiobh mi;
fuasgail e gu cùramach
le slùilean caomha, blàth',
tog às na briathran
aon mu seach
is gheibh thu dealbh
air Eden mar a bha e
mus do nochd an nathair ann.
Who will read the poems that I have not written?
When I die
pluck my heart out of my body,
and with a delicate gutting-knife
make a little incision,
and you will see a book
in which are written the poems which I did not write;
free it carefully
with gentle, warm eyes,
lift out the words
one at a time
and you'll have a picture
of Eden as it was
before the serpent appeared in it.
Dòmhnall Iain MacÌomhair
Donald John Magiver
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