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17th Century Ireland - Feargal Óg Mac A Bhaird (1550-1620)
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Email: info@searcs-web.com 17th Century Ireland - Feargal Óg Mac A Bhaird (1550-1620) |
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Feargal Óg Mac A Bhaird was born in County Donegal. His family were the ancestoral poets
of the Uí Domhnaill, Chieftains of Donegal. In 1607 Feargal Óg was banished from Ireland for his
political poetry. He wandered impoverished between various monastries in Europe
until his death at Louvain in 1620. The noted Irish Language scholar O.J. Bergin found Mac A Bhaird's poem Fúarus Iongnadh, A Fhir Chumainn in the 'Book of the O'Connor Don' in 1919. The poem is addressed to the Franciscan Flaithrí O'Maoilchonaire, founder of the College of Saint Antony at Louvain, seeking refuge in the monastery. The poem contains nineteen verses of which the first six and verse thirteen are reproduced here with a modern translation by Eamon Nolan who was an Irish Republican prisoner in Portlaoise Prison from 1980 until 1992.© |
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Cádhus úath ní fhúair mé, Na dáoine dar dhúal ar n-ionramh, as úar náoidhe an t-iongnadh é. Meisi folamh, féch nach diongne, 's dáoine dáora ar nár dhúal gean sunna ón Sp'ain ag agh'ail ionmhuis a n-anáir chláir bhionnghlais bhreagh. Mná anúaisle buirb is bathluigh a mbeartaibh óir san aird thall ataid trá agus sinn gan édáil, dar linn atá égáir ann. Foluibh ísli fhuinn luighdheach dár las um chorp crithir thnúidh, a mhic Fíthil ó íadh Enna, grian do dhíthil déna dhúin. A cheinnbhile chathrach Túama, thug cheana nach cubhaidh rinn gan bheith a ngoire d'fuil úasail, cuir ó chroidhe súasain sinn. Thiár do fhágbhus earr mo chonáigh, mo chádní ó do chaith mé; má atá do thal leam, a Fhlaithrí, budh geall damh ré haithní é. Flaithrí, A Cúirt labháin na learg corcra ar comhroinn thoir atá mé, mar tám is ionnsa lem aithghin, nár liomsa dom aithribh é. |
I discovered a wonder, my friend, When people did not honour me, Who should be in my service, The greatest wonder since childhood. Is it not strange that I have nothing, While those who have not earned respect Enjoy the riches of Spain And the honour of all Éireann. The wives of rude and loutish men Are raised high in cloth of gold And the likes of me with nothing, I call it an injustice. The lowest blood of Lugh's race Has rent my heart with jealousy, O son of Fítheal from the land of Enna, Make me strong and fit again. O Tuam you city of cities, You once did honour me In the company of your nobles, Raise up my heart once more. I left my home in the West, And all my wealth is nothing now; If you have goodwill towards me, It will be a new beginning. Oh Court of Louvain of the heathered Here in the East I am one amongst many, I am beloved of my clan who are not With me, It is my penance. |
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