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O
fair Una, ’tis ugly, this lying upon you
On a high, narrow bed among a thousand corpses;
If your answering shout does not come to me,
o stately woman who was always without fault
I will not come to this town ever again, but for last
night and tonight.
O
fair Una, o blossom of the amber locks,
After your death because of bad advice;
Look, my love, which of the two counsels was better,
O bird in a cage, when I was in the Ford of the Donogue?
O
fair Una, you left me twisted up in grief,
And why would there be in you a desire to make much
of it forevermore,
O girl with pretty, ringleted hair, on whom the molten
gold grew?
I would prefer being with you to the glory of the
Kingdom [of Heaven].
O
fair Una, said he of the crooked skiffs,
Your two eyes were the gentlest that were ever put
in a head,
O little mouth of sugar, like new milk, like wine
and like beoir,
O lovely, nimble foot, you would walk without pain
in a shoe.
O
fair Una, you were like a rose in a garden,
And you were a golden candlestick on the queen’s
table;
You were a melody, and musical, when you walked the
road before me,
‘Tis my sorrowful loss of the morning that you
were not married to me.
O
fair Una, it is you who deranged my senses;
O Una, it is you who came firmly between me and God;
O Una, o fragrant bough, o curly ringlet of hair,
Wouldn’t it have been better for me to be without
eyes, never seeing you?
My
visit to the town last night was wet and cold,
And I was sitting up on the edge of the bed by myself;
O brightness without gloom, to whom many were not
betrothed, but I was,
Why do you not proclaim to me the coldness of the
morning?
There
are people in this world who hurl contempt on an empty
estate,
Full of worldly wealth themselves, although it does
not last forever;
I would not complain of lack of wealth nor lament
lack of land,
But I would rather have Una than two sheep.
Stand
and look, is my great love coming?
She is like a snowball and bees’ honey which
would freeze the sun;
Like a snowball and bees’ honey which would freeze
the sun,
My treasure and my darling, ’tis a long time
I’ve lived without you.
O
Una, maiden, darling, and golden teeth,
O little honeyed mouth which never uttered an injustice,
I would have preferred to be in bed with her, kissing
her continually,
Than to sit in the Kingdom of Heaven on the throne
of the Trinity.
I
passed through my friends’ town last night,
Yet I found nothing with which to cool or wet my mouth;
The graceful girl, glum and with madder on her fingers,
said,
Thrice woe is me, that I did not meet you in solitude.
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