2017-11-13

DYLAN AMHRÁN 3 - PRECIOUS ANGEL

Precious Angel/ A Aingil Dhílis


‘Aingil dhílis, conas faoin ngréin
Conas nár bhraitheas-sa tú le mo thaobh
A léireodh dom mo dhaille, a léireodh mé ar strae
Nach lag a bhí an bonn fúm is gan ach gaineamh fé?

Tá ‘na chogadh anama, fuil is feoil ‘briseadh síos
Tá creideamh agat nó is neamhchreideamh é, ní bhaineann neodracht le Críost
Is glic atá an namhaid, tá an dubh ‘rainn ina gheal
An fhírinne ‘nár gcroí ach an creideamh ar ceal.

Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Ní fhéadfainn é a dhéanamh ‘s mé liom féin
Ní léir dom mórán tá mé dall.

Tá mo chairde mar dhea faoi gheasa is léir
Féachann siad orm caol díreach is ar siad, “Bhuel, sin é é”
Agus samhlaigh an doircheacht atá anuas chugainn
Nuair iarrfar an bás ar Dhia is nach ligfear dóibh dul san uaigh

‘Shiúirín, tharla aisling dom is inseoidh mé duit faoi
Bhís ag tarraingt uisce do d’fhear céile, agus tú ag fulaingt faoin dlí
Bhí tu ag insint dó faoin mBúda, is bhí tú ag insint dó faoi Mhachmad, d’aon anáil,
Ach níor luaigh tú uair amháin an Té a tháinig is mar choirpeach fuair bás.

Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Ní fhéadfainn é a dhéanamh ‘s mé liom féin
Ní léir dom mórán tá mé dall.

‘Aingil dhílis, níl aon amhras ort faoim’ scéal
 An rud a thug Dia dúinn, ní raghaidh sé i léig
Táimid clúdaithe le fuil, agus ba dhaoir iad ár sinsir romhainn
Agus trócaire orthu ina n-uaigh ochón.

Is tú ríon gheal mo cholainn’, is tú mo bhean, is tú mo shéan,
Is tú lampa m’anama, san oíche ríméad
Ach tá foréigean sna súile, ná mealltar sinn arís
Ar ár mbealach ón Éigipt, is tríd an Aetóip, go halla breithiúnais Chríost.

Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Ní fhéadfainn é a dhéanamh ‘s mé liom féin
Ní léir dom mórán tá mé dall.
 

Precious angel

Precious angel, under the sun
How was I to know you’d be the one
To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone
How weak was the foundation I was standing upon?

Now there’s spiritual warfare, flesh and blood breaking down
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain’t no neutral ground
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are deceived
When the truth’s in our hearts and we still don’t believe?

Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just can’t make it by myself
I’m a little too blind to see

My so-called friends have fallen under a spell
They look me squarely in the eye and they say, “Well, all is well”
And imagine the darkness that will fall from on high
When men will beg God to kill them and they won’t be able to die

Sister, let me tell you about a vision I saw
You were drawing water for your husband, you were suffering under the law
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed
in one breath
You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death

Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just can’t make it by myself
I’m a little too blind to see

Precious angel, you believe me when I say
What God has given to us no man can take away
We are covered in blood, girl, you know both our forefathers were slaves
Let us hope they’ve found mercy in their bone-filled graves

You’re the queen of my flesh, girl, you’re my woman, you’re my delight
You’re the lamp of my soul, girl, you torch up the night
But there’s violence in the eyes, girl, so let us not be enticed
On the way out of Egypt, through Ethiopia, to the judgment hall of Christ

Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just can’t make it by myself
I’m a little too blind to see