Carmina Gadelica Vol. 1: I. Achaine: Invocations: 3. The Invocation of the Graces. Ora Nam Buadh

Carmina Gadelica, Volume 1, by Alexander Carmicheal, [1900], at sacred-texts.com

DUNCAN MACLELLAN, crofter, Carnan, South Uist, heard this poem from Catherine Macaulay in the early years of this century. When the crofters along the east side of South Uist were removed, many of the more frail and aged left behind became houseless and homeless, moving among and existing upon the crofters left remaining along the west side of the island.

I heard versions of this poem in other islands and in districts of the mainland, and in November 1888 John Gregorson Campbell, minister of Tiree, sent me a fragment taken down from Margaret Macdonald, Tiree. The poem must therefore have been widely known. in Tiree the poem was addressed to boys and girls, in Uist to young men and maidens. Probably it was composed to a maiden on her marriage. The phrase 'cala dhonn,' brown swan, would indicate that the girl was young--not yet a white swan.

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	IONNLAIME do bhasa Ann am frasa fiona, Ann an liu nan lasa, Ann an seachda siona, Ann an subh craobh, Ann am bainne meala, Is cuirime na naoi buaidhean glana caon, Ann do ghruaidhean caomha geala, Buaidh cruth, Buaidh guth, Buaidh rath, Buaidh math, Buaidh chnoc, Buaidh bhochd,		I BATHE thy palms In showers of wine, In the lustral fire, In the seven elements, In the juice of the rasps, In the milk of honey, And I place the nine pure choice graces In thy fair fond face, The grace of form, The grace of voice, The grace of fortune, The grace of goodness, The grace of wisdom, The grace of charity,
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	Buaidh na rogha finne, Buaidh na fior eireachdais, Buaidh an deagh labhraidh. Is dubh am bail ud thall, Is dubh na daoine th’ann, Is tu an eala dhonn, Ta dol a steach ’n an ceann. Ta an cridhe fo do chonn, Ta an teanga fo do bhonn, ’S a chaoidh cha chan iad bonn Facail is oil leat. Is dubhar thu ri teas, Is seasgar thu ri fuachd, Is suilean thu dha’n dall, Is crann dh’ an deoraidh thruagh, Is eilean thu air muir, Is cuisil thu air tir, Is fuaran thu am fasach, Is slaint dha’n ti tha tinn. Is tu gleus na Mnatha Sithe, Is tu beus na Bride bithe, Is tu creud na Moire mine, Is tu gniomh na mnatha Gréig, Is tu sgeimh na h-Eimir aluinn, Is tu mein na Dearshul agha, Is tu meanm na Meabha laidir, Is tu taladh Binne-bheul. Is tu sonas gach ni eibhinn, Is tu solus gath na greine,		The grace of choice maidenliness, The grace of whole-souled loveliness, The grace of goodly speech. Dark is yonder town, Dark are those therein, Thou art the brown swan, Going in among them. Their hearts are under thy control, Their tongues are beneath thy sole, Nor will they ever utter a word To give thee offence. A shade art thou in the heat, A shelter art thou in the cold, Eyes art thou to the blind, A staff art thou to the pilgrim, An island art thou at sea, A fortress art thou on land, A well art thou in the desert, Health art thou to the ailing. Thine is the skill of the Fairy Woman, Thine is the virtue of Bride the calm, Thine is the faith of Mary the mild, Thine is the tact of the woman of Greece, Thine is the beauty of Emir the lovely, Thine is the tenderness of Darthula delightful, Thine is the courage of Maebh the strong, Thine is the charm of Binne-bheul. Thou art the joy of all joyous things, Thou art the light of the beam of the sun,
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	Is tu dorus flath na feile, Is tu corra reul an iuil, Is tu ceum feidh nan ardu, Is tu ceum steud nam blaru, Is tu seimh eal an t-snamhu, Is tu ailleagan gach run. Cruth aluinn an Domhnuich Ann do ghnuis ghlain, An cruth is ailinde Bha air talamh. An trath is fearr ’s an latha duit, An la is fearr ’s an t-seachdain duit, An t-seachdain is fearr ’s a bhliadhna duit, A bhliadhn is fearr an domhan Mhic De duit. Thainig Peadail ’s thainig Pol, Thainig Seumas ’s thainig Eoin, Thainig Muiril is Muir Oigh, Thainig Uiril uile chorr, Thainig Airil aill nan og, Thainig Gabriel fadh na h-Oigh, Thainig Raphail flath nan seod, ’S thainig Micheal mil air sloigh, Thainig ’s Iosa Criosda ciuin, Thainig ’s Spiorad fior an iuil, Thainig ’s Righ nan righ air stiuir, A bhaireadh duit-se graidh is ruin, A bhaireadh duit-se graidh is ruin.		Thou art the door of the chief of hospitality, Thou art the surpassing star of guidance, Thou art the step of the deer of the hill, Thou art the step of the steed of the plain, Thou art the grace of the swan of swimming, Thou art the loveliness of all lovely desires. The lovely likeness of the Lord Is in thy pure face, The loveliest likeness that Was upon earth. The best hour of the day be thine, The best day of the week be thine, The best week of the year be thine, The best year in the Son of God's domain be thine. Peter has come and Paul has come, James has come and John has come, Muriel and Mary Virgin have come, Uriel the all-beneficent has come, Ariel the beauteousness of the young has come, Gabriel the seer of the Virgin has come, Raphael the prince of the valiant has come, And Michael the chief of the hosts has come, And Jesus Christ the mild has come, And the Spirit of true guidance has come, And the King of kings has come on the helm, To bestow on thee their affection and their love, To bestow on thee their affection and their love.

ORA NAM BUADH [3]

THE INVOCATION OF THE GRACES