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I translated this from an old piece of Irish poetry. I adapted it where I saw fit. It has been translated before by better men, but has not - to my knowledge - been set to music recently. Anyway, any thoughts would be much appreciated, as usual. I have tried to make it as fluid as possible, but bear in mind that the original is four hundred years old, so it may not read that well. Here it is:
I will not die because of you,
Although your beauty would shame the swan.
Those you killed were foolish men;
Do I look like a foolish man?
I curse your long and golden hair,
Your virgin throat and voice so sweet.
Your scarlet mouth, the breasts of snow,
Death and I will never meet.
Although your beauty would shame the swan,
In a bitter house hard-reared was I.
I have seen what comes from easy love,
And for you I will not die.
I will not die because of you,
Although your beauty would shame the swan.
Those you killed were foolish men;
Do I look like a foolish man?
I curse your long and golden hair,
Your virgin throat and voice so sweet.
Your scarlet mouth, the breasts of snow,
Death and I will never meet.
Although your beauty would shame the swan,
In a bitter house hard-reared was I.
I have seen what comes from easy love,
And for you I will not die.
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