Literal Translation of the Poems
II
Conor.
Find out by your art, O good Cathba!
what disquietude is in my mind,
what great distraction is before me
O Cathba, O Druid of Emain!
Cathba.
O Conor of the heroes!
O dignified king of Ulster!
Many heroes shall fall therefrom
that will be the omen shown in your vision.
Conor.
Name all the evil that shall come therefrom!
Produce the truth of prophecy!
Speak not a lie from fear of danger
for no Druid is your equal.
Cathba.
Mani shall fall who is elevated above every disgrace
the son of Maev of Cruachan-Mag.
And on account of the deed of the complaint shall
fall
three times fifty of his companions.
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