Like lightning flashes ’mid dark clouds
The astounding glances of his eyes.
There it is pretty strong, but where is the melody so agreeable to the ear? The English will never make it rhyme without divesting it of its sublimity.
Tha mile tairneanach ’na laimh
A chum a naimhdean sgrios a’m feirg,
’S fonna-chrith orr gu dol an greim,
Mar choin air eill ri am na seilg.
Try that again.
A thousand thunders in his hand
At his command his foes to crush,