Depression

An urrainn neach sam bith ‘dirCan anybody at all
A thuigsinn doimhneachd mhòr na maraUnderstand a great depth of that sea
Sin gur gun dòchas? An cràdh fhèin sinThat is without hope? That very torment
Nach tuig sinn gus an tig e…That we shall not understand until it comes…

Is leis an truim’ na cruinne,And with the weight of the world,
An t-saoghail seo gur trom a-cheanaThis world that is already heavy
Le leòntan seana, ‘gus an teineWith old wounds, and the flame
An eagail ‘s ìmcheiste gum mair fhath’stOf fear and angst that my heart still
Mo chridh’ a’ sileadh falaContinues shedding blood
Cho luath ‘s gun caoin na sùilean sgìth’ seo…As quickly as these tired eyes shall weep…

Chan urrainn dhomh mo stadadhI cannot stop myself
O caoineadh an an glug nuair gun tairgFrom sobbing when somebody
Neach biadh dhomh, no an fuaim mearShall offer food to me, or the merry sound
O cleasaich’-èibhinn, òran àlainn…Of a comedian, of a beautiful song…
Na tuinn seo nan glug-caoinidhThese waves of sobs ready
Deas ‘bhriseadh à mo sgòrnan ‘s o m’ bheul… To break from my throat and from my lips…

Chan fhaic mi ach siud gur ceàrr,I cannot see but that which is wrong,
Chan urrainn dhomhsa amharc dath airI cannot behold a particular color
Leth ghruaige gun deòir gun dall m’ shùilean,Of the hair without tears that shall blind mine eyes,
Is tha mo bhroilleach fo cràdh deiseilAnd my aching breast is ready
A spreadhadh, oir tha ‘n leòn geurTo burst, for the wound is raw
Is ithith fhiaclan on taobh ‘steach…And its teeth shall corrode me from inside…

Na tuinn bhròin gum bris tharamThe waves of grief that shall break over me
‘Nan oidhirp gam bhàthadh, gam sgrios fodhpa…An effort to drown me, to destroy me under them…
Gan sabaid, feuchaidh mise cumailFighting them, I shall try to keep
Mo chiall spealgte anns a’ chogadhMy shattered sanity in this war
Seo ‘n aghaidh m’anma tioma,War against my sensitive soul,
Mo chridh’, a mhaoidheadh rium, gam mhilleadh…My heart, threatening me, to destroy me…