Weep Not, Banshees

Although you are not evil, and that you come
In the evening to warn us that
Death is dear for our beloved kin,
I pray that we will not hear
Your wailing and anguished sobbing in the cold wind
Of the night; this frightens me now…!

Chorus:
Och, my prayer that we will not hear it, your singing,
Your anguished sobs or dreadfully heavy wailing,
Och och òin och, och òin òin, och òin… -ˆ--ˆˆ-ˆ-
For us that it’s not too late for us
To fight against this heavily vast fight
For Life and for Danu Herself…!

I pray that we will not hear you
And your sisters, a great chorus of many
Fairy-women grieving in concert,
To warn us that death is near for somebody who
Is of paramount importance: Our own
Mother, Danu; O, ‘t is the Earth that She is…!

A beast has taken power, a beast in
The form of a brazenly impetuous, volatile toddler
In the body of an old, bullying, smutty,
Self-important, lecherous reprobate and his gang of
Morally bankrupt lying thieves that will profit
From chaos, from the plunder of Earth…!

I cannot bear to think about
A chorus of wailing women singing a lament
For the one beautiful Life which
We have ever known; the mourners
For the Life which Our Mother
Has given to every life and era…!

O, I know that you keen for
The most ancient Gaelic families;
Now, will the fairy-women keen
For all the families of the World?
Now mourners will keen for every family
Because of reckless greed and arrogance.

Are the deceitful reprobates of State deaf
To the lament of the banshees for Our Mother
Or do they simply not give a damn?
If we will hear their warning wail
At least we will not be alone in the war
Against the destruction of Danu-!

Na Caoinibh, a Mhnathan-Sìthe

Ged chan eil sibh olc, is gun tig sibh -ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-
‘San fheasgair ‘thoirt dhuinn ur rabhadh gu -ˆ--ˆ-ˆ-ˆ.
Bheil bàs dlùth air luchd-dàimh ar cridhe, -ˆ--ˆˆ-ˆ-
Nì mise ùrnaigh nach cluinn sinne -ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-ˆ-
Ur caoineamh ‘s cràdh-ghal sa’ ghaoith fhuair -ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-
Na h-oidhche; coirimh seo orm crith ‘nis…! -ˆ-ˆ--ˆ-ˆ-

Séist:
Och, m’ùrnaigh nach cluinn sinn e, ur seinn,
Ur cràdh-ghal no caoineamh uasach trom,
Och och òin och, och òin òin, och òin…
Gum geall sibh nach déidh-làimh air ar son
A shabaid ris a’ chath trom mór
Airson na Beatha ‘gas Danu Is’ Fhéin…!

Nì mise ùrnaigh nach cluinn sinn sibh
‘S ur peathraichean, còisir mhór mhórain
Ban-sìthe mar-aon ‘caoineamh, rabhadh
Gu bheil bàs dlùth air duin’-eigin ‘tha
A’ chudthruim thar chàch: Ar Máthair-sa
Fhéin, Danu; obh, ‘s e an Talamh th’Innte…!

Tha beist air smachd a ghabhail, beist sa’
Cruth chaodachain luainich dalma brais
Sa’ bhodhaig dhaoidh shin, bhollsgant’, dhraosda,
Fhéin-spéisich, dhrùisich ‘s lomhainn mhèirleach
Droch-bheusach breugach gun nì prothaid
Á tuairgneamh, ás a’ chreach chas na Cruinne…!

Chan urrainn dhomh a bheirsinn ‘shaoiltinn
Air còisir bhan-sìthe ‘seinn caoineamh
Airson an aon t-Saoghail àlainn air a
Tha sinne eòlach; na luchd-caoidhe
Airson na Beatha ‘th’ Ar Máthair-s’ air
A bhith a’ toirt ri a h-uile bith ‘s linn…!

O, tha fios agam gun caoin sibhse
Na cinnimhean Gáidhealach gur as sin’;
A-nis, an caoin na mnathan-sìthe
A h-uile theaghlaichean na Cruinne?
‘Nis caoinimh sibhse gach teaghlach
Airson a’ bhròid is an t-sannta choma.

‘Bheil bodhar na daoidhean cealgach Stàite
Don chaoineamh nam ban-sìth’ fhéin airson Ar Máthar
No nach eil ead ach suarach uime?
Ma cluinnimh sinn an caoineamh rabhach
Co-dhiù cha bhi sinn leinn fhéin anns
An cogamh ‘n aghaidh an sgriosa Dhanann-!