Pàdraig MacAoidh is a writer, academic, broadcaster and native Gaelic speaker from the Isle of Lewis.
He has worked at the Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry, at Trinity College, Dublin, and for BBC Alba, recently wrote an critical study of Sorley MacLean and is currently the Sgrìobhadair at Sabhal Mòr Ostaig.
Bu tu gaol òir m’ òige
do ghàire ghaoil mar fhir-chlis
an geamhradh gorm Leòdhais
mo ghaol, mo rìbhin òg.
Nan robh mi nam fhear-iomchair
‘s chan e fear-bholg, fear-cuideachd,
bhithinn air tairsginn gaol maireannach
an àite logorrhoea
agus a-nis tha mo ghaol aig tèile
mar bu chòir ‘s mar bu dual,
ged a tha do sholais nam speuran
a’ lainnireadh thar a’ chaoil.
You were the gold love of my youth
your laugh love like the northern lights
in the blue Lewis winter
my love, my young love.
If I was a bearer,
not a waster and follower,
I’d have given you lasting love
in place of logorrhoea.
Now my love’s another’s
as is right, as should be
though your lights are in my skies
glittering across the kyle.