Don oíche úd i mBeithil (David Monks)
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- Editor: David Monks (submitted 2009-10-16). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 30 kB Copyright: Personal
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Title: Don oíche úd i mBeithil
Composer: David Monks
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: Irish
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2007
Description: A Traditional Christmas Carol in the Irish Language. There is a guide to the pronunciation of the Irish, and both English and French versions accompany it. The translations are not really singable, so a little effort has to be made to use the simulated pronunciations given.
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Original text and translations
Irish text
Don oíche úd i mBeithil
Beidh tagairt fé ghrian go brách.
Don oíche úd i mBeithil
Go dtáinig an Briathar slán
Tá gríosghrua ar spéartha,
's an talamh 'na chlúdach bán.
Féach Íosagán sa chléibhín,
's an Mhaighdean á dhúil le grá.
Ar leacain lom an tsléibhe,
Go nglacann na haoirí scáth,
Nuair in oscailt gheal na spéire
Tá teachtaire Dé ar fail :
'Céad glóir anois don Athair,
i bhFlaitheasa thuas go hard .
Is feasta fós ar talamh,
D'fheara dea-mhéin, Síothcháin'.
English translation
by David Monks
That dark, cold night in Bethlem
Will live in our hearts for aye.
That dark, cold night in Bethlem
The Word first saw the day.
The distant stars were twinkling;
The earth wore a mantle white.
See Jesus in the cradle;
His Mother keeps watch nearby.
Upon the cold, bare mountain,
The shepherds raise up their eyes,
As brightness cleaves the heavens
And angel-songs fill the skies:
Our hymns of praise and glory
To God on his throne on high;
And unto men of goodwill
On earth be peace and joy.
French translation
by David Monks
De cette nuit à Bethléem
On parlera toujours.
Cette nuit à Bethléem,
Le Sauveur vit le jour.
D'étoiles les cieux scintillent,
La terre est couverte de neige.
Jésus gît dans le berceau;
Sa mère de grâce est pleine
Sur les flancs des montagnes
Les bergers dans leur abri
Voient descendre les anges;
Écoutent de loin leur hymne:
"Gloire éternelle au Grand Dieu
Qui règne à jamais aux cieux;
Et toujours sur la terre
La paix aux coeurs généreux."