A Rí an Domhnaigh ('O
King of the Sunday')
Le / By: Tomás Rua
Ó Súilleabháin (1785 -
1848)
An tamhránaí / the singer: Tim Dennehy
(While attending school in
Dublin Tomás Rua became seriously ill and was sent to the fever hospital in
Cork Street. Fearful and lonely he penned this heartfelt plea to
Jesus, Mary and
Saint Brigid and he saw the advent of spring as a
sign of hope and relief)
A Rí an Domhnaigh, tar le cabhair chugam is tóg in am ón bpéin mé.
A Rí on Luain ghil, bíse buan liom is ná lig uaitse féin mé.
A Rí na Máirte, a chroí na Páirte, déan díonadh Lá an tSléibhe dhom.
A Rí Céadaoine, ná fulaing i ngéibhinn mé cé fad óm' chaomhghin féin mé.
A Rí Déardaoine, maith ár bpeacaíne do dhein do dhlí a réabadh.
A Rí na hAoine, ná coinnigh cuimhne ar mo dhrochghníomhartha baotha.
A Rí an tSathairn go síoraí achainím mé a thabhairt thar
Acheron chaorthainn.
Faoi dhíon do thearmainn, trí ríocht an Aifrinn, suas go Párthas Naofa.
A Bhanríon oirirc, a Bhanríon shoilbhir, a Bhanríon sholais na gréine!
Ní haon tsaibhreas atá uaim ortsa ach leigheas ar dhochar mo phéine.
Na sluaite borba a bhi ag gabháil ormsa is a rug im' chodladh orm tréimhse,
Cuir cogadh orthu mar churadh cosanta is tabhair ón ngoradh Lá on tSléibhe mé.
A Bhanríon álainn go bhfuil na grásta ort, ó liúim go hard agus glaoim ort,
Ó's tusa máthair on Linbh ghrámhair d'éag don Pháis dár saoradh.
ls é seo láithreach am an ghátair is mé gan cairde taobh liom.
Ó tar im láthair, cabhraigh lámh liom is ná lig don bhás mé a thraochadh.
A bhán-Naomh Bhríde go bhfuil do lá ar shlí chugainn,
Ó tar dom dhíon is dom aoireacht,
ls an aicíd choimhthíoch atá ar mo dhroimse ná lig im' chroí aon ghaoth dhi.
Ó pé ar domhan díomais atá ar mo thíse tógse arís mo chréachta,
ls le cúnamh Íosa go dtabharfad droim leis on bpeaca do chloígh na céadta.
Níl aon dochtúir dá raibh im thimpeall dá mhéid den liacht a léadar,
Noch bhaighfí sínte le plá na doighe seo dá dtéadh aon saighead ina ngaobhar di.
Ní mhaithfead choíche do Sheán Ó Ríordáin mé a chur i dtíos leo in aon chor.
Dá nglacfadh bíog mé ná laige intinne ní thabharfadh a ndícheall saor mé.
O King of the Sunday
O King of the Sunday, come with help to me and take me in time from the pain.
O King of the bright Monday, be always with me and do not let me part from yourself.
O King of the Tuesday, o heart of affection, be a shelter on
Judgement Day for me.
O King of the Wednesday, do not suffer me to be in captivity though
I am far from my first innocence.
O King of the Thursday, forgive our sins that did smash your law.
O King of the Friday, do not keep a memory of my foolish evil deeds.
O King of the Saturday unceasingly I plea to take me past Acheron of the flames.
Under the roof of your sanctuary, through the kingdom of the
Mass, up to
Holy Paradise.
O
Illustrious Queen, o pleasant Queen, o Queen of the light of the sun!
It is not wealth I want from you but a cure from the distress of mo pain.
The fierce hosts that were attacking me and caught hold of me in my sleep for a time.
Make war on them as a defending champion and take me from the fires on Judgement Day.
O beauteous Queen on you are the graces, o I cry out loud and call on you.
Since you are the mother of the loveable
Child who died in the
Passion freeing us.
Right now it is the time of need and I am without a friend beside me.
O come to me, be my help close by and do not let death wear me out.
O dearest
Saint Bridget whose feast is on the way to us.
Come to shelter and to shepherd me,
And the strange illness that is on my back do not let any trace of it into my heart.
And whatever arrogance is on my house remove my sicknesses from me again.
And with the help of
Jesus I will turn my back on the sin that has overcome hundreds.
There is no doctor among those who have been around me no matter how much they had read about medicine.
That you wouldn't find laid low by a plague like this if any attack of it came near.
I will never forgive
Seán Ó Ríordáin for putting me to live with them at all.
If I should get a shock or a weakness of mind their very best would not set me free.
Ón dlúth dhiosca / from the CD '
The Blue Green Door', Tim Dennehy
2002.
- published: 24 Jan 2011
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