Ortha nan Gaidheal
POEM OF THE FLOOD
- On Monday will come the great storm
- Which the airy firmament will pour,
- We shall be obedient the while,
- All who will hearken.
- On Tuesday will come the other element,
- Heart paining, hard piercing,
- Wringing from pure pale cheeks
- Blood, like showers of wine.
- On Wednesday will blow the wind,
- Sweeping bare strath and plain,
- Showering gusts of galling grief,
- Thunder bursts and rending hills.
- On Thursday will pour the shower,
- Driving people into blind flight,
- Faster than the foliage on the trees,
- Like the leaves of Mary's plant in terror trembling.
- On Friday will come the dool cloud of darkness,
- The direst dread that ever came over the world,
- Leaving multitudes bereft of reason,
- Grass and fish beneath the same flagstone.
- On Saturday will come the great sea,
- Rushing like a mighty river;
- All will be at their best
- Hastening to a hill of safety.
- On Sunday will arise my King,
- Full of ire and tribulation,
- Listening to the bitter talk of each man,
- A red cross on each right shoulder.
Niall MacFhionnlaigh, A' Chiste Ghàidhlig, a chuir na teacsaichean seo gu léir bho Carmina Gadelica air an làrach-lìn aig Sabhal Mór Ostaig ann an 1995