TODO SE FOI

Inis Fál

Podémonos voltar, secar as bágoas

esquecernos do medo e máis das mágoas;

todo se foi -toda boa cualidade,

a xentileza e hospitalidade,

cortesía e ledicia xa morreron,

virtudes todas que esmoreceron.

Foise a música, o arte de cantar-

calémonos, pra que chorar?,

si ren nos fica enteiro que puido crebar,

si nada fica xa do noso ben.

Inis Fál

Now may we turn aside and dry our tears,

And comfort us, and lay aside our fears,

For all is gone, all comely quality,

All gentleness and hospitality,

All courtesy and merriment is gone;

Our virtues all are withered every one,

Our music vanished and our skill to sing:

Now may we quiet us and quit our moan,

Nothing is whole that could be broke; no thing

Remains to us of all that was our own.

Aogán Ó Rathaille

Imaxes do museo no fondo do Atlántico en Lanzarote