Literal Translation of the Poems
Conor waked thereat
and awoke his queen.
He told her what had appeared to him
by a revelation without falsehood.
His wife with bounty spoke to him, 15
Mugain, rich in honour, of great wisdom.
"It is yet enough what has already happened
between us and Connaught."
Conor spoke, the bright glorious,
the lordly ruler of war,
"’Tis certain that, although we abide in our house,
Connaught will come to us."
"Since fate has directed you to go
I will not hold you back by force,
O lord of Ulster, with ornament of the army,
may you come again to complete victory."
Thereupon Conor departed thither
with the self-same numbers—it was no lie—
to Raith Ini, a valiant gathering,
where Gerg dwelt, to whom the royal burg belonged.
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