Burns, Robert: From The Friends And Land I love (Standard English Translation) (Frae The Friends And Land I Love in English)

Frae the friends and land I love,
Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite;
Frae my best belov'd I rove,
Never mair to taste delight:
Never mair maun hope to find
Ease frae toil, relief frae care;
When Remembrance wracks the mind,
Pleasures but unveil despair.

Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the Fates, nae mair severe,
Friendship, love, and peace restore,
Till Revenge, wi' laurel'd head,
Bring our banished hame again;
And ilk loyal, bonie lad
Cross the seas, and win his ain.

From the friends and land I love
Driven by Fortune's relentless spite,
From my best beloved I rove,
Never more to taste delight!
Never more must hope to find
Ease from toil, relief from care.
When remembrance wracks the mind,
Pleasures but unveil despair.

Brightest climes shall gloomy appear,
Desert every blooming shore,
Till the Fates, no more severe,
Friendship, love, and peace restore;
Till Revenge with laureled head
Bring our banished home again,
And each loyal, handsome lad
Cross the seas, and win his own!