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ಮೂಲ ಕವಿತೆ: Lord Ullin’s Daughter
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ‘Boatman, do not tarry;
And I’ll give thee a silver pound
To row us o’er the ferry.’
‘Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?’
‘Oh! I’m the chief of Ulva’s isle,
And this Lord Ullin’s daughter.
‘And fast before her father’s men
Three days we’ve fled together,
For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather.
‘His horsemen hard behind us ride;
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?’
Outspoke the hardy Highland wight:
‘I’ll go, my chief – I’m ready:
It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady.
‘And by my word, the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry:
So, though the waves are raging white,
I’ll row you o’er the ferry.’
By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still, as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men-
Their trampling sounded nearer.
‘Oh! Haste thee, haste!’ the lady cries,
‘Though tempests round us gather;
I’ll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father.’
The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her-
When oh! Too strong for human hand,
The tempest gathered o’er her.
And still they rowed amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing;
Lord Ullin reach’d that fatal shore-
His wrath was chang’d to wailing.
For sore dismay’d, through storm and shade,
His child he did discover;
One lovely hand she stretch’d for aid,
And one was round her lover.
‘Come back! Come back!’ he cried in grief,
‘Across this stormy water;
And I’ll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter!- oh, my daughter!’
‘Twas vain: the loud waves lash’d the shore,
Return or aid preventing;
The waters wild went o’er his child,
And he was left lamenting.
Summary: A Scottish chieftain is in love with the daughter of Lord Ullin. The Scots have close knit clans and are very proud of their clans. This often resulted in feuds and fights.
Lord Ullin does not approve of his daughter’s choice and threatens to kill the chief’s son. The two lovers escape and come to a large lake called the loch. It is a stormy night and going into the lake in this weather could be quite dangerous.
The chieftain’s son offers the boatman a silver pound to ferry them across. The boatman is quite surprised at this request and would like to know who they are. The lover tells him. They have been running for 3 days now. He is sure that if caught he will be killed. His blood will stain the heather.
The brave boatsman offers to take them across. He says that he does so not for money, but because of the charming lady. It is not for her silver bright but for her winsome lady.
The dark clouds gathered. The storm grew fierce. The lady pleaded with the men to hurry. She would rather venture into the stormy waters than meet the wrath of her father. I’ll meet the raging of the skies. But not an angry father.
The lovers were taken into the stormy waters. But the winds were hard and the tempest too strong. The boat soon capsized and the frail occupants of the boat fell into the lake and were soon drowned.
Just at that moment Lord Ullin reached the bank. His anger had melted away and now he was close to tears his wrath was changed to wailing.
He saw the raised hand of his child, before she sank into the water with her lover. He called out to her in grief, promising to accept her lover the chief’s son. But he was too late. The lovers had met their watery grave.