Cethern's Bloody Wounds

["Look at this bloody wound for me, O Fingin," said Cethern.] Fingin looked at the bloody wound. "Why, it is a slight, unwillingly given wound we behold here," said the physician. "A lone man came upon me there; bushy hair on him; a blue mantle wrapped around him; a silver brooch in the mantle over his breast; an oval shield with plaited rim he bore; a five-pointed spear in his hand; a pronged spare spear at his side. He gave this bloody wound. He bore away a slight wound from me too." "Why, we know that man!" cried Cuchulain; "'twas Illann Ilarchless ('Illann of many feats') son of Fergus macRoig. And he would not wish that thou shouldst fall by his hand, but he gave thee this mock-blow that the men of Erin might not have it to say it was to betray them or to forsake them if he gave it not."

"Now look at this bloody wound for me, O Fingin my master," said Cethern. Fingin looked closely into the bloody wound. "Why, 'tis a woman's wanton deed of arms we behold here," said the physician. "Aye, that is true then," quoth Cethern; "a woman came upon me there by herself. A woman, beautiful, fair-faced, long-cheeked, tall; a golden-yellow head of hair, down to the top of her two shoulder-blades she wore; a smock of royal sammet next to her white skin; two birds of gold on her shoulders; a purple cloak without other colour she had around her; a brooch of gold in the cloak over her bosom; a straight, ridged spear, red-flaming in her hand. She it was that gave me this bloody wound. She bore away a slight wound from me too." "Ah, but we know that woman," cried Cuchulain; "Medb daughter of Eocho Fedlech, daughter of the High King of Erin; it is she that came unto us in that dress. A victory and triumph and trophy she had considered it hadst thou fallen at her hands."

"Look at this bloody wound for me too, O Fingin my master," said Cethern. Fingin looked at the bloody wound. "Why, the feat of arms of two warriors is this," said the physician. "Yea, that is true," answered Cethern. "There came two men-at-arms upon me in that place; two, with bushy hair on them; two blue cloaks wrapped around them; brooches of silver in the cloaks over their breasts; a necklace of all-white silver around the neck of each of them." "Indeed we know that pair," quoth Cuchulain; "Oll and Othinè they, of the bodyguard of Ailill and Medb; they never go to a hosting, to battle or combat, but when the wounding of a man is certain. They would have held it for victory and triumph and a boast hadst thou fallen at their hands."

"Look on this bloody wound also for me, O Fingin my master," said Cethern. Fingin looked closely at the bloody wound. "There came upon me a pair of young warriors of the Fian," said Cethern; "a splendid, manly appearance they had. Each of them cast a spear at me. I crave this spear through the one of them." Fingin looked into the bloody wound. "Why, this blood is all black," quoth the physician; "through thy heart those spears passed so that they formed a cross of themselves through thy heart; and I prophesy no cure here, but I would get thee some healing plants and curing charms that they destroy thee not forthwith." "Ah, but we know them, that pair," quoth Cuchulain; "Bun and Mecconn ('Stump' and 'Root') are they, of the bodyguard of Ailill and Medb. It was their hope that thou shouldst fall at their hands."

"Look at this bloody wound for me, too, O Fingin my master," said Cethern. Fingin examined the bloody wound "Why, it is the red rush of the two sons of Ri Cailè ('the King of the Woods') that is here," said the physician. "Aye 'tis so," replied Cethern; "there attacked me there two fair-faced, dark-browed youths, huge, with diadems of gold on their heads. Two green mantles folded about them; two pins of bright silver on the mantles over their breasts; two five-pronged spears in their hands." "Why, near each other are the bloody wounds they gave thee," said the physician; "into thy gullet they went, so that the points of the spears struck one another within thee, and none the easier is it to work thy cure here." "We know that pair," quoth Cuchulain; "noble youths of Medb's great household, Broen and Brudni, are they, two sons of Ri teora Soillse ('the King of the three Lights'), that is, the two sons of the King of the Woods. It had been victory and triumph and a boast for them, hadst thou fallen at their hands."

"Look at this bloody wound for me, too, my good Fingin," said Cethern. Fingin looked into the bloody wound. "The joint deed of two brothers is here," said the physician. "'Tis indeed true," replied Cethern. "There came upon me two leading, king's warriors. Yellow hair upon them; dark-grey mantles with fringes, wrapped around them; leaf-shaped brooches of silvered bronze in the mantles over their breasts; broad, grey lances in their hands." "Ah, but we know that pair," quoth Cuchulain; "Cormac Colomon rig ('King's pillar') is the one, and Cormac son of Mael Foga, of the bodyguard of Ailill and Medb (the other). What they sought was that thou shouldst fall at their hands."

"Look at this bloody wound for me too, O Fingin my master," said Cethern. Fingin looked into that bloody wound. "The assault of two brothers is here," said the physician. "Aye then, 'tis true," answered Cethern. "There came upon me two tender youths there; very much alike were they; curly dark hair on the one of them; curly yellow hair on the other; two green cloaks wrapped around them; two bright-silver brooches in the cloaks over their breasts; two tunics of smooth yellow silk next their skin; two white-hilted swords at their belts; two bright shields having the likenesses of beasts in white silver they bore; two five-pronged spears with veins of all-white silver in their hands." "Ah, but we know that pair," quoth Cuchulain; "Manè 'Like to his mother' and Manè 'Like to his father,' two sons of Ailill and Medb; and it would be matter of victory, triumph and boasting to them, hadst thou fallen at their hands.

"Look at this bloody wound for me, too, O Fingin my master," said Cethern. "There came upon me a pair of young warriors there. A brilliant appearance, stately-tall and manlike, they had; wonderful garments from far-away countries upon them. Each of them thrust the spear he had at me. Then I thrust this spear through each of them." Fingin looked into the bloody wound. "Cunning are the bloody wounds they inflicted upon thee," said the physician; "they have severed the strings of thy heart within thee, so that thy heart rolls about in thy breast like an apple in motion or like a ball of yarn in an empty bag, and there is no string at all to support it, and no healing can I effect here." "Ah, but we know those twain," quoth Cuchulain; "a pair of champions from Norway who have been sent particularly by Ailill and Medb to slay thee; for not often does one ever issue alive from their combats, and it would be their will that thou shouldst fall at their hands."

"Look upon this bloody wound for me too, my good Fingin," said Cethern. Fingin looked at that bloody wound. "Why, the alternate woundings of a son and his father we behold here," answered the physician. "Yea it is so," quoth Cethern; "two tall men, red as torches, came upon me there, with diadems of burnished gold upon them; kingly garments they wore; gold-hilted, hammered swords at their girdles, with scabbards of pure-white silver, with supports of mottled gold outside upon them. "Ah but we know that pair," quoth Cuchulain; "Ailill and his son are they, Manè 'That embraces the traits of them all.' They would deem it victory and triumph and a boast shouldst thou fall at their hands."

Thus far the "Bloody Wounds" of the Táin.

"Speak, O Fingin prophetic physician," spake Cethern son of Fintan; "what verdict and what counsel givest me now?" "This verily is what I say to thee," replied Fingin the prophetic physician: "Count not on thy big cows for yearlings this year; for if thou dost, it is not thou that will enjoy them, and no profit will they bring thee." "This is the judgement and counsel the other surgeons did give me, and certain it is it brought them neither advantage nor profit, and they fell at my hands; and none the more will it bring thee advantage or profit, and thou shalt fall at my hands!" And he gave Fingin a strong, stiff kick with his foot, and sent him between the chariot's two wheels. "Oh, but vicious is the kick from the old warrior," cried Cuchulain. Hence, from this saying, is the name Uachtar Lua ('the Height of the Kick') in the land of Ross from then until this day.

Nevertheless Fingin the prophet-physician gave his choice to Cethern son of Fintan: A long illness for him and afterwards to obtain help and succour, or a red healing for the space of three days and three nights, so that he might then employ his strength on his enemies. What Cethern son of Fintan chose was a red healing for the space of three days and three nights, to the end that he might then vent his anger and strength on his enemies. For what he said was that there would not be found after him any one he would rather have vindicate or avenge him than himself.

Thereupon Fingin the prophetic physician asked of Cuchulain a vat of marrow wherewith to heal and to cure Cethern son of Fintan. Cuchulain proceeded to the camp and entrenchment of the men of Erin, and whatsoever he found of herds and flocks and droves there he took away with him. And he made a marrow-mesh of their flesh and their bones and their skins; and Cethern son of Fintan was placed in the marrow-bath till the end of three days and three nights. And his flesh began to drink in the marrow-bath about him and the marrow-bath entered in within his stabs and his cuts, his sores and his many wounds. Thereafter he arose from the marrow-bath at the end of three days and three nights. It was thus Cethern arose, with a slab of the chariot pressed to his belly so that his entrails and bowels would not drop out of him.

That was the time when his wife came from the north, from Dûn da Benn ('Fort of the two Gables'), and she brought his sword with her, even Finna daughter of Eocho. Cethern son of Fintan seized his arms and proceeded to attack the men of Erin. But this is to be added: They sent a warning before him; Ithall, physician of Ailill and Medb, had remained as one dead of the great stun from the blow of Gethern among the bodies of the other physicians for a long space and time [and he, the physician that had alone escaped from Cethern, brought the alarm to the camp.]

"Hark, ye men of Erin," shouted the physician; "Cethern son of Fintan comes to attack you, now that he has been healed and cured by Fingin the prophetic physician, and take ye heed of him!" Thereat the men of Erin in fear put Ailill's dress and his golden shawl and his regal diadem on the pillar-stone in Crich Ross, that it might be thereon that Cethern son of Fintan should first give vent to his anger on his arrival.

Soon Cethern saw those things, namely Ailill's dress and his golden shawl around the standing-stone in Crich Ross, and he, being unaware and witless, conceived it to be Ailill himself that was in it. And he made a rush at it like a blast of wind and crave the sword through the stone pillar till it went up to its pommel. "Deceit is here," cried Cethern son of Fintan, "and on me have ye worked this deceit. And I swear an oath, till there be found among ye of the men of Erin one that will put yon royal dress about him and the golden shawl, I will not stay my hand from them, slaughtering and destroying withal!"

Manè Andoe son of Ailill and Medb heard that, and he put his father's royal raiment about him and the golden shawl and the diadem on his head, and he dashed off through the midst of the men of Erin. Cethern son of Fintan pursued him closely and hurled his shield, so that the chiselled rim of the shield crave him to the ground, with chariot, driver, and horses. When the men of Erin saw that, they surrounded Cethern on every side, so that he fell at their hands in the strait wherein he was. Wherefore 'Cethern's Strait-Fight and the Bloody Wounds of Cethern' is the name of this tale.

His wife, Finna daughter of Eocho Salbuidê ('Yellow-heel') stood over him and she was in great sorrow, and she made the funeral-song below:

"I care for naught, care for naught;

Ne'er more man's hand 'neath my head,

Since was dug the earthy bed,

Cethern's bold, of Dun da Benn!

"Kingly Cethern, Fintan's son;
Few were with him on the ford.
Connacht's men with all their host,
For nine hours he left them not!

"Arms he bore not--this an art--
But a red, two-headed pike;
With it slaughtered he the host,
While his anger still was fresh!

"Felled by double-headed pike,
Cethern's hand held, with their crimes,.
Seven times fifty of the hosts,
Fintan's son brought to their graves!

"Willa-loo, oh, witla-loo!
Woman's d wandering through the mist.
Worse it is for him that's dead.
She that lives may find a man!

"Never I shall take a man
Of the hosts of this good world;
Never shall I sleep with man;
Never shall my man with wife!

Dear the homestead, 'Horse-head's Dûn,'
Where our hosts were wont to go.
Dear the water, soft and sweet;
Dear the isle, 'Isle of the Red!'

Sad the care, oh, sad the care,
Cualnge's Cow-raid brought on me:
Cethern, Fintan's son, to keen.
Oh that he had shunned his woe!

Great the doings, these, oh, great,
And the deed that here was done:
I bewailing him till death,
Him that has been smitten down!

Finna, Eocho's daughter, I,
Found a fight of circling spears.
Had my champion had his arms:
By his side a slaughtered heap!"

Fuli Cethirn.

1. Fegais Fingin in fuil sin. Fingal étrom induthrachtach and-so ale, bar in liaig, & nít berad immuchu. Is fír ám ale, bar Cethern. Dom-riaeht-sa oenfer and. Tuidmáile fair, bratt gorm i fillind imme, delg n-argit isin brutt asa bruinne. Crommscíath go faébur chondualach fair. Sleg cuícrind inna láim, faga faegablaige na farrad. Dobert in fuil sain. Ruc-som fuil m-bic uaim-se no. Ra-ta-fetammar in fer sain ale, bar Cuchulaind, Illand Ilarchless mac Fergusa sain. Acus ni ba dúthracht leis do thuttim-siu da láim, act rabert in n-gufargam sain fort, ar na hapraitis fir h-Erend ra pad (d)a m-brath no da trecun, muni thardad.

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2. Fega latt dam in fuil-seo dana ammo phopa Fingin, bar Cethern. Fechais Fingin in fuil sin. Bangala banuallach and-so ale, bar in liaig. Is fír ám ale, bar Cethern. Domriacht-sa oenben and. Ben chain bánainech leccan-fata mór. Mong órbuide furri. Bratt corcra gen dáithi impi, eo oir isin brutt os a brunni. Sleg diriuch drumnech ar derglassad na láim. Rabert in fuil sin form-sa. Ruc-si fuil m-bic uaim-se nó. Ra-ta-fetammar in mnai sin ale, bar Cuchulaind, Medb ingen Echach Feidlig ingen ardrig hErend, asi dan-ríacht fan congrammum sin. Ba búaid & choscor & commaidium le, gia dofaithesté-su da lámaib.

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3. Fecha latt dam in fuil se no a mo phopa Fingen, bar Cethern. Fechais Fingin in fuil sein. Galach da fenned and-so ale, bar in liaig. Is fír ám, bar Cethern. Dam-riachtatar-sa dias and. Da thodmaile foraib. Da bratt gorma i filliud impu, delgi argait isna brattaib os a m-brunnib. Munchobrach argit oengil im bragit chechtar n-ái díb. Ro-da-fetammar in dís sein ale, bar Cuchulaind. Oll & Othine sain do sainmuntir Ailella & Medba. Ni thecat sain in-noenden acht ra hirdalta gona duine dogrés. Ba buaid & coscur & commaidium leo, gea dofaethaisté-su da lamaib.

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4. Fecha latt dam in fuil-seo no, a mo phopa Fingin, for Cethern. Fechais Fingin in fuil sain. Dom-riachtatar-sa dias oacféinne and. Congráim n-án ferdaide forro. Cumaing bir innium-sa cechtar n-ái díb. Cumang-sa in m-bir sa trisindara n-ai dib-sium. Fechais Fingin in fuil sin. Dub ule in fuil-seo ale, ar in liaig. Trí(t) chride dochuatar dait, co n-derna chrois díb trít chride, & ní furchanaim-sea ícc and-so, acht dogebaind-se dait-seo do lossaib ícci & slánsen ní, nachat bertais immucha. Ra-ta-fetammar in dís sain ale, bar CuchuIaind. Bun & Mecconn sain do sainmuntir Ailella & Medba. Ba duthracht leo, gea dofaethaisté-su (d)a lámaib.

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5. Fecha lat dam in fuil-sea no a mo phopa Fingin, ar Cethern. Fechais Fingin in fuil sain. Dergruathur da ríg Caille and-so ale, ar in liaig. Is fír ám, bar Cethern. Domriachtatar-sa da óclach aigfinna abratgorma móra and, go mindaib óir úasu. Da bratt uane i forcipul impu, da chassán gelargit isna brattaib ás a m-brunnib. Da sleig cúicrinni inna lámaib. It immaicsi na fuli dobertatar fort ale, bar in liaig. It chraes dachuatar dait, co comarnecgatar renna na n-gae inniut. Acus ni hassu a ícc and-so. Ra-ta-fetammar in dís sain, bar Cuchulaind, Bróen & Brudni sain mac theora soillsi, da mac rig Caille. Bá buaid & choscur & chommaidib leo gia dofáethaiste-su leo.

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6. Fecha latt dam in fuil-sea no a mo phopa Fingin ar Cethern. Fechais Fingin in fuil sain. Congas da m-brathar and-so ale, ar in liaig. Is fír ám, bar Cethern. Domriachtatar-sa dias cétriglach and. Fuilt buide forro. Bruitt dubglassa fá loss i forcipul impu, delgi duillecha do findruinu isna brattaib ós a m-brunnib. Mánaisi lethanglassa na lamaib. Ra-ta-fetammar in dís sain ale, bar Cuchulaind. Cormac Coloma ríg sain & Cormac mac Maele foga do sainmuntir Ailella & Medba. Ba duthracht leo, gea dofaethaiste-su da lamaib.

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7. Fecha latt dam in fuil so no a mo phopa Fingin, ar Cethern. Fechais Fingin in fuil sain. Attach da n-derbrathar and-so, ar in liaig. Is fír am ale, ar Cethern. Dom-riachtatar-sa dias maethóclach and, it iat comcosmaile diblinaib. Folt cass bar indara n-ai díb, folt cassbuide bar aile. Da bratt uanide i forcipul impu, da chassan gelargit isna brattaib as a m-bru(n)nib. Da leni di slemainsita buide fria cnessaib. Claidbi gelduirn ar a cressaib. Da gelsciath co túagmilaib argit findi foraib. Da sleig cúicrind go fethanaib argit oengil ina lámaib. Ro-ta-fetamar in dis sain ale, bar Cuchulaind, Mane Mathremail sain & Mane Athremail, da mac Ailella & Medba, & ba buaid & coscur & commaidium leo, ge ro faethaiste-su dá lámaib.

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8. Fecha lat dam in fuil-sea a mo phopa Fingin, bar Cethern. Dom-riachtatar dias oacféinne and. Congraim n-écside, ite erarda, ferdaide forro. Étaige allmarda ingantacha impo. Cumaing bir innium-sa cechtar n-ái díb. Cumanhg-sa trí chechtar n-ái díb-sium. Féchais Fingin in fuil sain. At amainsi na fuili ra bertatar fort ale, ar in liaig, go n-darubdatar féithe do chride inniut, co n-da n-imbir do chride it chliab immar ubull i fabull, ná mar chertli i fásbulg, connach fail féith itir icá immulunhg, acus ní dergenaim-se ícc and-so. Ra-ta-fetamar in dís sain ale, bar Cuchulaind, dias sain d(e fennedaib) na hIruáde forroeglass d'óentoisc o Ailill & o Meidb ar daíg do gona-su, daíg ni comtig beó da m-bágaib dogrés, daíg ba duthracht leo, ge dofaethaiste-su dá lamaib.

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9. Fecha latt dam in fuil-se no a mo phopa Fingin, bar Cethern. Fechais Fingin in fuil sain no. Imrubad meic & athar and-so ale, ar in liaig. Is fir ám, bar Cethern. Dom-riachtatar-sa da fer móra gaindelderca and, go mindaib óir órlasraig uasu. Erriud rígdaidi impu, claidbi órduirn intlassi bar a cressaib, go ferbolgaib argit oengil, go frithathartaib óir bricc friu anechtair. Ra-ta-fetamar in dís sain ale, bar Cuchulaind. Ailill & a mac sain, Mane Condasgeib-ule. Ba buaid & coscur & commaidium leo, gea ro faethaiste-su dia lámaib.

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Fuli tana connici sein.

Maith a Fíngin a fathliaig, bar Cethern mac Fintain, ga cumcaisi & ga comairli doberi form-sa fadesta. Is sed atderim-sea rit árn, bar Fingin Fathliaig, ni rarmea do bú móra bar dartib issin bliadain se, daig gia dosrine, ní tu ros mela, & ní tharmnaigfet dait. Isí sein cumcaisin & comairli dobertatar na lega aile form-sa, acus is airchind ni ruc bnáid na bissech doib, & darochratar lim-sa, & ní mó béras buaid na bissech dait-siu, & dofaithaisiu limm. Acus dabretha trenlua tarpech da choiss úad riss, go tarla eter dib rothaib in charpait. Is duáig in lua sengrintid sin ale, bar Cuchulaind. Go rop de atá Uachtur Lua i Crích Roiss ó sein anall gosindiu.

Arái sein barroega Fingin Fathliaig a roga do Chetharn mac Fintain, sergleghi fada fair & fortachtt & forithin d'fagbail assa athli, na dergleges teóra lá & teora n-aidchi, go n-imre féin a nert for a námtib. Is ed ón barróega Cethern mac Fintain, dergleges téora lá & teora n-aidchi, go n-imred fein a nert for a námtib, dáig issed ra ráidestar-som, na faigbed dá éis nech bud ferr leis dá athe nó da dígail andás badessin.

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Is and-sin conattacht Fingin Fathliaig smirammair for Coinculaind do ícc & do leigess Chethirn meic Fintain. Tanic Cuchulaind reme i n-dúnud & illongphort fer n-hErend, & na fúair d'almaib & d'éitib & d'indilib and, tuc leis ass íat. Acus dogní smirammair díb eter feóil & chnámaib & lethar, acus tucad Cethern mac Fintain sin smirammair, co cend teora lá & teora n-aidche. Acus ra gab ac ól na smiramrach imme. Acus ra luid in smirammair and eter a chnedaib & eter a chrechtaib, dar a áltaib & dar a ilgonaib. And-sin atracht-som assin smiramair i cind teora lá & teora n-aidche. Acus issamlaid attracht & clár a charpait re broind, ar ná tuitted a fobach & a inathar ass.

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Isí sain amser luid a bancheile atuáid a Dún da Bend, & a chlaideb lee dó, .i. Finda ingen Echlach. Tanic Cethern mac Fintain d'indsaigid fer n-hErend. Acht ata ní chena. Bertis robod reme-seom. Dítholl liaig Ailella & Medba, dorala saide marb de muaid móir eter chollaib nallega aile ra re cían & ra remis fata.

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Maith a firu hErend, bar in liaig, daria Cethern mac Fintain da bar saigid arna ícc & arna leges do Fíngin Fathliaig, acus frithalter acaib é. Is and-sain faítsetar fir hErend étgad Ailella & a imscing n-orda immon corthe i Crích Ross, co m-bad fair no imbred Cethern mac Fintain a feirg ar tús ar torachtain.

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Atchondairc Cethern mac Fintain ani sin, etgud Ailella & a imscinhg n-órda immun corthe i Crích Ross, & andar leiss i n-ecmaiss a fessa & a eolais, bá se Ailill bóe and fodessin. Acus rabert side da saigid & ra sáid in claideb tresin corthe co ránic gonnice a irdorn. Bréc and-so, bar Cethern mac Fintain, & immum-sa ra bertad in bréc sa. Acus atiur-sa brethir, na co fagaither acaib-si nech gabas in n-erriud rigdaide út imme & in n-imscinhg n-órda, na scér-sa lama riu, ca slaide & ic a n-essargain.

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Ra chuala sain Mane Andoe mac Ailella & Medba, acus ra gab in n-erriud rígdaide imme & in n-imscing n-órda, acus tanic reme tri lár fer n-hErend. Lilis Cethern mac Fintain co mór de, acus tarlaic rót n-urchair da scíath fair, co ro raind bil chondúail in scéith i trí co talmain hé eter charpat & araid & eocho. And-sain ra theigsetar na sluaig imme da dib lethib, co torchair accu issin chalad irrabe. Conid Caladgleo Cethirn and-sin, & fule Cethirn.

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Tainic a bainchele .i. Inda ingen Eachach Salbuidhi os a chiond agus do bi ic toirsi mhóir, agus do rinne in marbnadh so sios:

Cuma leam ón, cuma lem,

cin co n-dec(h) lamh fir fo mo cenn,

ó do claidhedh cladh úire

ar Ceithern Duine dá beann.

Ceithern mac Fiontain fiú righ,
ba huathadh a líon ar áth,
fir Olnecmacht cona sluagh
nior leicc úadh co cend naoi ttráth.

Gan arm cerd ón, cen arm cerd,
na laimh acht bior decen dercc,
is de ro cuir ar na sluagh
an g-cein ro badh buan a fearg.

Do rocair don bior decen
do laimh Cethirn go cciontaibh
sect ccaoga dona sluagaibh
tuc i n-uagaibh mac Fiondtaibh.

Aille leo on, aille leó,
imtheacht samuisci tre chéo.
as misti do neoch is marb,
do gep tarb in nech is beo.

Misi noca n-fulgebh tarb
do sluagaibh in betha báoi,
nocha n-faidiubh-sa le fer,
noco fáidhi m'fer le mnái.

Ionmain dunan Dún cindech
arm attathigidis ar sluaigh,
ionmain uisgi milis mín,
ionmain innis Innis ruaidh.

Truagh buaidredh ón, truagh buaidredh,
tuc orm-sa Tain bo Cualnge,
cáinedh Cethirn mic Fiontain,
foirir nior imgaib truaighi.

Mor n-glonna on, mor n-glonna,
in gnim dorindedh sunnae,
mesi cá cháinedh com éc,
e-sim ar na cet-cuma.

Mé Inda ingen Echach
fuarus gleo cletach crundae,
da m-betís a airm com laoch,
re taob ro bad carn cuma.