Literal Translation of the Poems
To him spoke the woman with renown,
"Good is the sign, O Conor!
Honour and fortune for thee
from every side since thou art illustrious."
"What is the next thing for us?" 5
said the son of Nessa, the noble of race.
"Say to me, oh woman of brightness,
How long is it to the war?"
"Seven full years from to-night
thou shalt be compelled to gather to one place,
with boys and women—an honour that shall slay them—
for the sake of the Dun of Cualgne, rich in wars."
"Who carries it off—give an answer without a lie—
who has undertaken the war to the death?"
"The high army of Ireland manoeuvres
under Alill of the plain of Cruachan."
"That wish I not, it is a track that is not good,"
said Conor, the head of war.
"Is there another glorious meeting,
O woman, yellow haired, white limbed?"
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