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Cethardai as c[h]uintesta da cach elathain,

*Na* ceithre nithe is riachtanas do gach ealaín

The four things to be asked of every composition

iss ed as c[h]uintesta don eladain-se,

is iad is riachtanas don ealaín seo:

must be asked of this composition, 

.i. locc [ocus persu] ocus aimser ocus fáth airicc.

log agus pearsa agus aimsir agus fáth a ceaptha.

viz., place, and person, and time, and cause of invention.

Locc don eladain-se Corcach mór Muman,

Log don ealaín seo Corcach mhór Mhumhan

The place of this composition is great Cork of Munster, 

ocus persu dí Anér Mac Con Glinde di Eóganacht Glennamnach.

agus pearsa di Ainéara Mac Conglinne d’Eoghanacht Ghleannamhnach.

and its author is Ainéara Mac Conglinne of the Eoghanacht of Gleannamhnach. 

I n-aimsir C[h]athail meic Fhinguine meic Con cen Gairm nó meic Con cen Máthair do-rónad.

In aimsir Chathail mhic Fhinguine mhic Cú-gan-ghairm nó mhic Cú-gan-mháthair a rinneadh í.

In the time of Cathal Mac Finguine, son of Cú-gan-Gairm, or son of Cú-gan-Mháthair, it was made.

Is hé didiu fáth airicc a dénma

Is é, cinnte, ábhar a cheaptha,

The cause of its invention, indeed, was

.i. do díchor in luin c[h]raeis bhoí i mbrágait C[h]athail meic Fhinguine.

chun an deamhan craois a bhí i mbráid Chathail mhic Fhinguine a dhíchur.

to banish the demon of gluttony that was in the throat of Cathal Mac Finguine.

Cathal mac Finguine, rí maith ro gab Mumai;

Cathal Mac Finguine, rí maith a ghabh ceannas na Mumhan;

Cathal Mac Finguine, a good king, who took *the kingship of* Munster;

araile laech-mál mór e-sside.

laoch mál mór eisean.

a great warrior prince was he. 

Amlaid boí in laech-sin,

Is amhlaidh a bhí an laoch sin:

A warrior of this sort:

co ngéri chon, co longad chapaill.

géire ocrais chon agus goile ite capaill aige.

with the edge of a hound, he ate like a horse.

Sáttan, .i. lon craís boí i n-a brágait,

Sátan, an deamhan craois a bhí ina bhráid,

Satan, viz. a demon of gluttony that was in his throat, 

no meled a chuit laiss.

a d’itheadh a chuid in éineacht leis.

used to devour his rations with him.

Mucc ocus mart ocus ag teóra ferglacc,

Muc agus mart agus lao trí ghlac fir ar airde,

 A pig and a cow and a bull-calf of three hands,

la trí fichte bairgen do fhír-c[h]ruithnecht,

maille le trí fichid bairín de fhíorchruithneacht

with three score cakes of pure wheat,

ocus dabach do nua chorma ocus trícha og rerchirce,

agus dabhach de nuachoirm agus tríocha ubh circe,

and a vat of new ale, and thirty hens’ eggs,

ba h-í in sin a p[h]rím-airaigid,

ba é sin a réamhbhéile,

that was his first dole,

cenmothá a [fh]rith-airaigid,

gan trácht ar a idirbhéile,

besides his other snack, 

comba h-erlam a mór-fheiss dó.

nó mba ullamh a mhórbhéile dó.

until his great feast was ready for him. 

Dáig in mór-fheiss,

I dtaca leis an mhórbhéile,

As regards the great feast,

ní thalla rím nó áirem furri-sene.

níl slí le ríomh nó áireamh a dhéanamh air sin.

that passes account or reckoning.

ls hé trá fáth airicc in luin c[h]raís i mbrágait C[h]athail meic Fhinghuine,

Is é fáth an lon craois a bheith i mbráid Chathail mhic Fhinguine:

The reason of the demon of gluttony being in the throat of Cathal Mac Finguine was,

dáig boí cét-shercus écmaise dó fria Lígaig ingin Moíle Dúin, ríg Oilig,

céadghrá éamaise a bhí ag Lígheach iníon Mhaoile Dúin, Rí Ailigh, dó.

because he had, though he had never seen her, a first love for Lígheach, daughter of Maol Dúin, king of Aileach;

ocus derbshiúr-side do Fhergal mac Moíle Dúin, rí Oilig beós;

Deirfiúr ise do Fhearghal mac Maoile Dúin. Rí Ailigh eisean, freisin,

and she sister to Fearghal, son of Maol Dúin, also king of Aileach,

ocus ba cosnamaid Érenn e-sside an inbaid-sin i n-agaid Cathail meic Fhinguine,

agus bhí sé in iomaíocht an uair sin, faoi cheannas Éireann, le Cathal Mac Finguine,

who was then contending for the kingship of Ireland against Cathal Mac Finguine,

amal is f[h]ollus a h-imarbáig in dá chaillech

faoi mar is follas ó iomarbhá an dá chailleach

as is plain from the quarrel of the two hags,

dia ndernsat in dí chammrand i nAchad Úr saindrud:

nuair a tharla an chointinn rannaíochta eatarthu ag Achadh Úr go sonrach:

when they had a duel in quatrains at Freshford, to be precise:

*Arsa an chailleach aduaidh:*

“Do-s fil atuaid

“Chugainn aduaidh é,

“He comes from the North,

mac Moíle Dúin dar ailechu,

Mac Maoile Dúin thar ailltreacha,

The son of Maol Dúin, over the rocks,

dar Berba brú;

Thar Bhearbha anonn,

Over Barrow’s brink,

co ruca bú ní aineba.”

*Nó* go dtuga sé ba leis, ní stadfaidh sé.”

Till cattle he take, he will not stay.”

“Anfaid, anfaid,”

“Stadfaidh sé, stadfaidh sé,”

“He shall stay, shall stay,”

(ar in chaillech aness)

arsa an chailleach aneas,

said the Southern hag;

“bid buide lais dia n-érnaba;

“Is buíoch bheidh má thugann sé na cosa leis.”

“He will be thankful if he escapes.

dar láim m’ athar

Dar lámh m’athar,

By my father’s hand,

dia táir Cathal, ní-s béraba.”

Má chastar Cathal uime beidh sé gan bha aige.”

If Cathal meets him, he’ll take no cattle.”

Do-bertis iarum ettne ocus ubla ocus il-blassa

Thugtaí cnónna agus úlla agus ilbhlastóga

Then kernels and apples and many sweets used to be brought

ó Lígaig ingin Mo[í]li Dúin

ó Líghach iníon Mhaoile Dúin

from Lígheach, Maol Dúin’s daughter,

do C[h]athal mac Fhinguine for a sheirc ocus inmaine.

chuig Cathal Mac Finguine, ar a shearc agus a ionúine léi é.

to Cathal Mac Finguine, for his love and affection.

At-c[h]uala Fergal mac Moíle Dúin in ní-sin,

Chuala Fearghal Mac Maoile Dúin an ní sin

Fearghal, son of Maol Dúin, heard this,

ocus do-garad a shiúr a dochumm,

agus gáireadh a dheirfiúr ina láthair,

and his sister was called unto him.

ocus do-mbert bennachtain dí for fír d’ indissi dó

agus gheall sé a bheannacht di ar an bhfírinne a insint dó,

And he gave her a blessing if she should tell him truth,

ocus mallacht dia s[h]énad fair.

agus a mhallacht dá séanfadh sí an fhírinne air.

and a curse if she should deny him it.

Ro indis in [t]shiúr dó,

D’inis an deirfiúr an fhírinne *dó*

The sister told him;

ar cia boí dia sheircc ocus grád C[h]athail meic Fhinguine aicce,

mar, cé mór a searc agus a grá do Chathal Mac Finguine,

for great as was her love and affection for Cathal Mac Finguine,

rop omun lee mallacht a bráthar dia rochtain.

b’uamhan léi mallacht a bhráthar dá rochtain.

she feared her brother’s curse reaching her.

Ro indis iar sin in scél fíre.

D’inis sí, mar sin, fírinne an scéil.

Then she told the true story.

At-bert in bráthair fria na h-ubla do t[h]achor chuice,

Dúirt a deartháir léi na húlla a thabhairt chuige,

The brother told her to send the apples to himself.

ocus ro gairmed scolaige i n-a dochumm,

agus gáireadh scológ ina láthair

And a scholar was summoned unto him,

ocus do-ruachell lógu móra don scolaigi

agus gheall sé loghanna móra don scológ

and he promised great rewards to the scholar

ar thuathi do chur isna h-il-blassaib út

ar ortha oilc a chur sna hilbhlastóga úd

for putting charms in those numerous sweets,

do admilled C[h]athail meic Fhinguine.

do adhmhilleadh Chathail mhic Fhinguine;

to the destruction of Cathal Mac Finguine.

Ocus ro lá in scolaigi tuathi ocus gentlecht isna h-il-blassaib-sin,

agus chuir an scológ ortha oilc agus págánta iontu,

And the scholar put charms and heathen spells in those numerous sweets,

ocus ro tidnacit chuca ina h-il-blassa,

agus tiomsaíodh na hilbhlastóga *dó*,

and they were delivered to Fearghal,

ocus cartaid timthirid dia tidnocul do C[h]athal.

agus cuireadh timire dá dtíolacadh do Chathal.

who despatched messengers to convey them to Cathal.

Ocus ro gáidetar for nach ochta coitc[h]end,

Agus rinneadh guí ar Chathal, dar gach ceann de na hocht nithe coiteanna

And they entreated him by each of the eight universal things,

.i. grian ocus ésca, drúcht ocus muir,

— grian agus éasca, drúcht agus muir,

— sun and moon, dew and sea,

nem ocus talam, lá [ocus adaig,

neamh agus talamh, lá agus oíche —

heaven and earth, day and night —

im ithe] na n-uball út,

na húlla sin a ithe,

that he would eat those apples,

uair is ar a grád ocus inmaine

toisc gur ar a ghrá agus a ionúine

since it was out of love and affection for him

tuccad ó Lígaig ingin Mo[í]li Dúin.

a chuir Lígheach, iníon Mhaoile Dúin, chuige iad.

they were brought from Lígheach, daughter of Maol Dúin.

Do-romel Cathal na h-ubla iarum,

D’ith Cathal na húlla ansin

Cathal thereupon ate the apples,

ocus do-rigne míla eptha díb i n-a medón,

agus rinne míola upthacha díobh ina lár,

and little creatures through the poison spells were formed of them in his inside.

ocus timoir[c]sit na míla eptha-sin i mbroind oen [míl díb, cor fhásatar] isin anmunna-sin,

agus chruinnigh na míola upthacha sin i mbroinn Chathail in aon ainmhí amháin,

And those little creatures gathered in the womb of one — in that animal,

co nderna lon craís de;

go ndearna deamhan craois díobh;

so that a demon of gluttony was formed of them.

conid hé sin fáth oricc in luin chraís

gurb é sin an fáth go ndearna an deamhan craois

And this is the cause why the demon of gluttony

do attreib i mbrágait C[h]athail meic Fhinguine,

áitreabh i mbráid Chathail mhic Fhinguine,

abode in the throat of Cathal Mac Finguine,

do aidmilled f[h]er Muman co cend teóra leth-bliadan,

chun adhmhilleadh fear Mumhan go ceann trí leathbhliain,

to the ruin of the men of Munster during three half-years;

ocus is dóig no mille[d] Éirinn co cend leth-bliadna ele.

agus go mba dhóigh go milleadh sé Éire ar fad go ceann leathbhliana eile.

and it is likely he would have ruined Ireland during another half-year.

Boí ochtar i nArd Macha an inboid-sin,

Bhí ochtar in Ard Mhacha an tráth sin

There were eight persons in Armagh at that time

ocus is dóib-side ro canad in laíd-se:

agus is dóibh a canadh an laoi seo:

of whom these lays were sung:

“At-c[h]uala ochtar anocht

“Chuala mé faoi ochtar anocht

“I heard of eight to-night

i nArd Macha iar midnocht,

in Ard Mhacha tar éis meánoíche;

In Armagh after midnight;

for-t-gillim co mbuidnib band

geallaim le buíonta beart

I proclaim them with hosts of deeds,

nidat c[h]uibde a comanmand.

*más rud é* nár chuí a n-ainmneacha.

Their names are no sweet symphonies.

Comgán ar Mac Dá Cherda,

Comhgán ab ainm do Mhac Dá Chearda,

Comhgán was the name of the Two Smiths’ son.

ba h-erdraic i ndiaid shelga;

oirirc é in ndiaidh na seilge.

Famous was he after the hunt.

Crítán for Mac Rustaing rán,

Críotán ab ainm do Mhac uasal Rustaing,

Críotán was Rustang’s noble son,

ba h-ainm comadais comlán.

ainm comhlán cuí ab ea é.

It was a full fitting name.

Dub Dá Thuath, ba togairm nglé,

Dubh Dá Thuath, teideal glé,

Dubh Dá Thuath (“Two Tribes’ Dark One)”, a shining cry,

ba h-é ainm meic Stéléne;

ba é ainm maic Stéléne;

That was the name of Stéléne’s son,

Don[n]-Fhiach; Caillech Bérre bán;

Donn-Fhiach; Cailleach Bhéarra bhán;

Donn-Fhiach (“Brown Raven”), the white nun, of Beare,

Garb Daire for Mac Samán.

Garbhdoire ab ainm do Mhac Samháin.

Garbhdoire (“Rough Grove”) was the name of Samhán’s son.

Aniér for Mac Con Glinde

Ainéara ab ainm do Mhac Conglinne

Ainéara (“Never-Refused”) was Mac Conglinne’s name,

do brú Banda barr-binde;

ó bhruach na Banna barrbhinne.

From the brink of the sweet-crested Bann.

Becán, Becnait, bolg don ár,

Beagán, Beagnait, bolg don ár,

Fear Beag (“Wee Man”), Bean Bheag (“Wee Wife”), bag of carnage,

athair sceó máthair Marbán.

athair agus máthair Mharbháin.

Were Marbhán’s (“Dead Man’s”) sire and dam.

Mo rí-se, rí nime náir,

Mo rí-se, rí neimhe ghlórmhair,

My king, king of high heaven,

do-beir for buidne buad n-áir,

a bheireann bua i gcath do bhuíonta,

That givest hosts victory over death,

mac muad Maire, mod nát bá,

Mac mór Muire, ionas nach n-éagann duine,

Great son of Mary, — Yours the way —

comur ngaire ro-chuala.”

dlúth-chruinniú a chuala mé.”

A confluence of cries I heard.”

At-c[h]uala ochtar.

Ba h-aen trá don ochtar-sin, .i. Aniér Mac Con Glinne,

Ba dhuine den ochtar sin Ainéara Mac Conglinne,

One of these eight, then, was Ainéara Mac Conglinne,

scolaigi amru e-sside co n-immad eólais.

scoláire amhra eisean, go n-iomad eolais.

a wonderful scholar he, with abundance of knowledge.

Is aire at-bertha Aniér friss,

Is air a deirtí Ainéara leis

The reason why he was called Ainéara

.i. no aerad ocus no molad cách.

toisc go n-aoradh agus go moladh sé cách.

was because he would satirise and praise all.

Deithbir ón,

Ní hionadh *an t-ainm air*,

No wonder, indeed;

uair ní thánic remi ocus ní t[h]icc dia éissi

óir níor tháinig roimhe ná ina dhiaidh

for there had not come before him, and came not after him,

bu duilge aer nó molad;

duine ba ghéire aor nó moladh ná é,

one whose satire or praise was harder to bear,

conid aire at-bertha Anéra friss,

nó is amhlaidh adeirtí Ainéara leis

wherefore he was called Ainéara (i.e. “Never-Refused”),

iarsinní ní fétta éra fair.

toisc nár féadadh é a éaradh.

for that there was no refusing him.

Tánic móit mór for menmain don scolaige,

Tháinig mórdhúil ar a mheanma don scoláire

A great longing seized the mind of the scholar,

.i. dol ra filidecht ocus a légend do f[h]ácbáil,

dul le filíocht agus a léann a fhágáil,

to follow poetry, and to abandon his reading.

ar ba doinmech dó a betha for scáth a fhogluma;

óir ba dhona leis a bheatha a bheith ar scáth a fhoghlama;

For wretched to him was his life in the shade of his studies.

ocus ro scrútustar i n-a menmain

scrúdaigh sé ina mheanma

And he searched in his mind

cia leth no berad a c[h]ét-chuairt fhilidechta.

cá leith a mbéarfadh sé a chéad chuairt filíochta.

whither he would make his first poetical journey.

Iss ed trá tucc dia scrútain a dula co Cathal mac Finguine,

Is é tháinig den scrúdú sin a dhul go Cathal mac Finguine

The result of his search was, to go to Cathal Mac Finguine,

boí for cuairt ríg i nUíb Echach Muman.

a bhí ar a chuairt rí in Uíbh Eachach Mumhan.

who was then on a royal progress in Iveagh of Munster.

At-chuala in scolaige immad ocus oirer cacha bánbíd do fhagbáil dó,

Chuala an scoláire iomad agus blastacht gach bánbhia a bheith ar fáil dó ag Cathal

The scholar had heard that he would get plenty and enough of all kinds of dairy products;

uair ba sanntach so-accobrach mbánbíd in scolaige.

agus ba shantach síordhúilmhear é faoi bhánbhia.

for greedy and hungry for dairy products was the scholar.

Is and tánic in ní-sin i mmenmain in scolaige,

Is í an uair a tháinig an ní sin i meanmna an scoláire,

This came into the mind of the scholar

aidche Sathairn saindrud ic Russ C[h]ommán,

oíche Shathairn go sonrach, ag Ros Comáin,

on a Saturday eve exactly, at Roscommon;

ór is ann boí oc dénmus a légind.

óir is ann a bhí sé ag déanamh a léinn.

for there he was pursuing his study.

Iar sin recaid in mbec sprédi boí acca,

Iar sin, reic sé an beagán spré a bhí aige

Then he sold the little stock he possessed

.i. for dá bairgin do chruithnecht

ar dhá bhairín de chruithneacht

for two wheaten cakes

ocus for thócht sen-s[h]aille co síthfi dar a lár.

agus spóla bagúin shaillte a raibh stríoc trína lár.

and a slice of old bacon with a streak across its middle.

Do-s-rat sin i n-a théig libair;

Chuir sé an spóla sin ina thiachóg leabhar,

These he put in his book-satchel.

ocus cummais dí chuarán corra coidlide do dond-lethar secht-fhillte dó in adaig-sin.

agus rinne sé dhá chuarán bhiorach leathair as donnleathar seachtfhillte dó féin an oíche sin.

And on that night two pointed shoes of hide, of seven-folded brown leather, he shaped for himself.

At-racht moch iar n-a bárach

D’éirigh sé go moch arna mhárach

He arose early on the morrow,

ocus gabaid a lénid i n-ard-gabáil ós mellaib a láruc,

agus ghabh uime a léine in ardghabháil os dhá phlaic a thóna

and tucked up his shirt over the two buttocks of his haunches,

ocus gabaid a lummain find fortócbálta i forcipul imme.

agus ghabh chuige a bhrat fionn in ardtógáil fillte timpeall uime.

and wrapped him in the folds of his white cloak,

Mílec[h] iarnaide uasu i n-a brutt.

Míleach iarnaí ina bhrat thuas.

in the front of which was an iron brooch.

Tuarcaib a théig libair for stuag-leirg a dromma.

Chuir sé a thiachóg leabhar ar stualearg a dhroma.

He lifted his book-satchel on to the arched slope of his back.

Ro-t gab a t[h]rostán comthromm coíc-duirn cutruma (.i. ón beind co a chéli) for bolcsén i n-a des-láim.

Ghlac sé chuige ina dheaslámh a chleith thromaí ina raibh fad cúig dhorn ó bheann go chéile agus í meáite cothrom timpeall a láir.

In his right hand he grasped his even-poised knotty staff, in which were five hands from one end to the other.

Do-lluid desel relci.

Chuaigh sé deiseal reilge.

Then, going right-hand-wise round the cemetery,

Bendachais dia f[h]ithir, .i. aite.

Bheannaigh sé dá oide

he bade farewell to his tutor,

Atn-agar soscéla imme.

agus crochadh dréachta as na soiscéil uime.

who put gospels around him.

Do-c[h]ummlai i cend sétta ocus imdechta

Chuir sé chun séada agus imeachta,

He set out on his way and journey,

dar crích Connacht, i nEchtgi,

thar chríoch Chonnachta go hEachtgha,

across the lands of Connacht into Eachtgha (i.e. Aughty),

do Luimnech, do Charnd F[h]eradaig,

go Luimneach, go Carn Fearadhaigh,

to Limerick, to Carn Fearadhaigh (i.e. Cahirnarry?), 

do Berna Trí Carpat, i Sléib Caín,

go Bearna Trí Carbad, go Sliabh Caoin,

to Bearna-trí-Carbad, into Sliabh Caoin,

i tír Fer Fhéni frisi ráiter Fir Muige indiú,

go Tír Fhear Féine lena n-abartar Fir Mhaighe inniu,

into the country of the Fir Fhéine, which is this day called Fir Mhaighe (i.e. Fermoy),

dar Mónaid Móir,

thar Mhóin Mhór,

across Móin Mhór (Moanmore),

co ndessid sel becc ria n-espartain i taig aíged Chorcaige.

gur chuir sé faoi seal beag roimh easparta, i dteach aoi Chorcaí.

until he rested a short time before vespers in the guest-house of Cork.

Ó Ross C[h]omán co Corccaig dia Sathairn saindrud.

Ó Ros Comáin go Corcaigh dó an Satharn sin go sonrach.

On that Saturday *exactly* he had gone from Roscommon to Cork.

Is amlaid do-rala in tech aíged, oslaicthe for a chind.

Is amhlaidh a tharla go raibh an teach aoi oscailte roimhe.

This was the way in which he found the guest-house on his arrival, it was open.

Hi llathi na teórai in lá-sin,

Aimsir na dtrí *síon* an lá sin:

That was one of the days of the three things,

.i. gaeth ocus snechta ocus fleochad i n-a dorus,

gaoth agus sneachta agus fleachadh tríd an doras isteach,

viz., wind and snow and rain about the door;

co ná fárcaib in gaeth

ionas nár fhág an ghaoth

so that the wind left

sifind tuga nó minde luatha

sifín tuí ná cáithnín luaithe

not a wisp of thatch, nor a speck of ashes

cen scuabad lee dar in dorus aile

gan scuabadh léi tríd an doras eile

that it did not sweep with it through the other door,

fo cholbaib ocus fo immdadaib ocus fo c[h]liathaib in rígthige.

faoi cholbhaí agus faoi iomdhaí agus faoi chleathacha an rí-thí.

under the beds and couches and screens of the princely house.

Sétigi in tige aíged iss é timmthasta timmaircthi i n-a lebaid,

Bhí pluideanna an tí aoi ina mburla casta sna leapacha

The blanket of the guest-house was rolled, bundled, in the bed,

ocus ba mílac[h] dergnatach e-side.

agus ba mhíolach deargnaideach iad.

and was full of lice and fleas.

Deithbir ón,

Ní nárbh ionadh,

No wonder, truly,

ar ní-s fagbad a grianad i lló nó a thócbáil i n-aidche,

óir ní fhaighdís a ngrianadh sa ló ná a dtógáil istoíche,

for it never got its sunning by day, nor its lifting at night;

ar níba gnáth dó beith folam fri a thócbáil.

mar nár ghnáth dóibh a bheith folamh le go ndéanfaí sin leo.

for it was not wont to be empty at its lifting.

Lothomur in taige aíged co n-usce na h-aidche remi ind,

Folcadán an tí aoi agus uisce na hoíche aréir ann

The bath-tub of the guest-house, with the water of the night before in it,

co n-a c[h]lochaib hi taíb na h-ursand.

agus na clocha *téite* cois taobh na hursan.

with its stones, was by the side of the door-post.

Nícon f[h]uair in scolaige aen do-gneth a fhosaic.

Ní bhfuair an scoláire éinne a dhéanfadh a osaic.

The scholar found no one who would wash his feet.

Benais fén iarum a chuaránu de,

Bhain sé féin ansin a chuaráin de

So he himself took off his shoes

ocus indlais asin aithindlat út.

agus d’ionnail sé é féin sa dabhach folctha úd.

and washed his feet in that bath-tub,

Mescais a chuaránu and iarum.

Thum sé na cuaráin ansin ann.

in which he afterwards dipped his shoes. 

Tócbais a théig libair for a luirg isin fraigid,

Chroch sé a thiachóg leabhar ar phionna sa bhalla,

He hung his book-satchel on the peg in the wall,

ocus tecbaid a chuaránu

agus chroch sé a chuaráin *ansin*,

took up his shoes,

ocus teclumaid a lámu laiss isin sétigi

agus ghabh sé chuige na héadaí leapan ina lámha

and gathered his hands into the blanket,

ocus imnaiscis imma chossa.

agus shoiprigh sé um a chosa iad.

which he tucked about his legs.

Acht c[h]ena

Go deimhin, áfach,

But, truly,

ba liridir fri gainem mara

ba chomhlíon le gaineamh mara,

as numerous as the sand of the sea,

nó fri drithlenna tened

nó le drithlí tine,

or sparks of fire,

nó fri drúcht i mmatain c[h]étamain

nó le drúcht maidin Bhealtaine,

or dew on a May morning,

nó fri renna nime

nó le reanna neimhe,

or the stars of heaven,

míla ocus dergnatta ic guilbniugud a choss,

míola agus deargnaidí ag giobadh na gcos aige,

were the lice and fleas nibbling his legs,

co-nda gaib emeltius;

nó gur ghabh tuirse é.

so that weariness seized him.

ocus ní-s tánic nech dia fhiss

Agus níor tháinig neach dá fhios

And no one came to visit him 

nó dia umalóit i n-a dochum.

nó do dhéanamh umhlóide dó.

or do reverence to him.

Tucc fadessin a théig libair chuca

Ghabh sé chuige a thiachóg leabhar,

He took down his book-satchel,

ocus benais a shaltair essi

agus thóg a shaltair aisti

and brought out his psalter,

ocus fo-r[ó]bairt cantain a shalm.

agus thosaigh ar chantain a shalm.

and began singing his psalms.

Iss ed at-fiadat eólaig ocus libair Chorccaige

Is ea a deirid eolaigh agus leabhair Chorcaí

What the learned and the books of Cork relate is,

co closs míle cémend sechtair c[h]athraig immach

go mba chlos míle céim thar an chathair amach

that a thousand paces beyond the city was heard

son a gotha in scolaige

son gutha an scoláire

the sound of the scholar’s voice

oc cétul a shalm

ag canadh a shalm.

as he sang his psalms,

tria rúnib spirtálta,

Ghabh sé trí na rúndiamhra spioradálta,

through spiritual mysteries,

for aillib ocus annálaib ocus ernalib,

trí na moltaí agus na fáithscéalta agus *a gcuid ranna uile*,

in lauds, and stories, and various kinds,

for diapsalmaib ocus sinsalmaib ocus decáidib,

maille lena moilliú agus a gcomhardú, ina bhfoireann deich salm

in dia-psalms and syn-psalms and sets of ten,

co paitrib ocus cantaccib ocus immnaib

agus paidreacha agus cainticí agus iomnaí aige

with paters and canticles and hymns

hi forba cacha coecait.

ag ceann gach caogaid *salm*.

at the conclusion of each fifty.

Ba dóig imorro fria cach fer i Corccaig

Ba dhóigh, go deimhin, le gach fear i gCorcaigh

Now, it seemed to every man in Cork

ba isin tig ba nessa dó no bíth son in f[h]oguir.

gur sa teach ba neasa dó a bhíodh son an fhoghair.

that the sound of the voice was in the house next himself.

Iss ed ro imf[h]ulaing, in c[h]omrargu bunatta

Is ea ba chúis leis sin go léir a theacht air, peaca an tsinsir 

This came of original sin,

ocus a p[h]eccad bunadgendi

agus a pheaca bunadhgheinte féin

and Mac Conglinne’s hereditary sin

ocus a mí-rath follus-gnéthech fodéin,

agus a mhí-rath follasach féin,

and his own plain-working bad luck;

cor erfhuirged

gur fágadh ag fuireach é

so that he was detained

cen dig cen biad cen indlat,

gan deoch gan bhia gan ionnlat,

without drink, without food, without washing,

co ndechaid cach duine i Corccaig i n-a immdaid.

nó go ndeachaigh gach duine i gCorcaigh chun a iomdha.

until every man in Cork had gone to his bed.

Con[id] ann as-bert Manchín abb Corccaige

Is ansin a dúirt Mainchín, ab Chorcaí,

Then it was that Mainchín, abbot of Cork, said,

iar ndul dó i n-a lepaid,

ar ndul dó ina leaba:

after having gone to his bed:

“A scolócc,” ol sé, “in filet aígid occaind innocht?”

“A scolóig,” ar sé, “an bhfuil aíonna anocht againn?”

“Lad,” he said, “are there guests with us tonight?”

“Ní f[h]ilet,” ol in timthirid.

“Níl,” arsa an timire.

“There are not,” said the attendant.

Ar sé in timthirid aile,

Arsa timire eile:

However, the other attendant said:

“It-c[h]onnarc-sa aen co díscir dénmnetach dar fiarut na faithgi

“Chonnaic mise duine go díscir míchéatach trasna na faiche

“I saw one going hastily, impatiently across the green

gar becc ria n-espartain ó chianaib.”

gar beag roimh easparta ó chianaibh.

a short time before vespers, a while ago.”

“Is ferr a fhiss,” ol Manchín,

“Is fearr dul dá fhios,” arsa Mainchín,

“You had better visit him,” said Mainchín,

“ocus a chutig do breith dó.”

“agus a chuid a thabhairt chuige.

“and take him his ration.

Ór boí dia lesca les-side tidecht ’n-a [fh]rithing aridisi for cend a chota,

Óir bhí sé de leisce ann gan teacht ar ais anseo ar cheann a choda,

For he has been too lazy to come back for his allowance,

ocus boí trá d’ olcc na h-aidche.

agus, pé scéal é, bhí an oíche go holc.”

and moreover the night was very bad.”

Berar a chutig-sium amach,

Tugadh cuid Mhic Conglinne amach

His allowance was brought out,

ocus is í proind ruccad ann,

agus is í proinn a tugadh *dó*:

and these were the rations that were taken to him:

cuachán, .i. corcca, do medg-usce na h-eclasa,

cuachán coirce *agus* cuachán de mheadhguisce na heaglais,

a small cup of church whey-water,

ocus dá oíbell tened i mmedón suipp síl c[h]átha corcca,

dhá aoibheal tine i meán soip tuí shíolcháithe choirche

and two sparks of fire in the middle of a wisp of oaten straw,

ocus dá fhót do úr-mónaid.

agus dhá fhód úrmhóna.

and two sods of fresh peat. 

Ticc in timt[h]irid co dorus in taigi oíged,

Tháinig an timire go doras an tí aoi

The servant came to the door of the guest-house,

ocus ro-s gab gráin ocus ecla

agus ghabh gráin agus eagla é

and fear and terror seized him

frisin tech n-óbéla n-oslacthi n-imdorcha.

roimh an teach uaibhéalta oscailte imdhorcha.

at the gaping open pitch-dark house.

Nícon f[h]etar in rabi aen and fó ná rabi.

Ní raibh a fhios aige an raibh éinne istigh ann nó nach raibh.

He knew not whether anybody was within, or not; 

Conid ann at-bert in dala n-aeí

Ansin dúirt duine acu,

whereupon one of the two asked,

oc tabairt a choisse dar in tairsech,

ag cur a choise thar an táirseach:

in putting his foot across the threshold:

“In fil nech sund?” ol sé.

“ An bhfuil aon duine ansin?” ar sé.

“Is there any one here?” says he.

“Fil aen,” ar Mac Con Glinde.

“Tá duine ann,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“There is some one,” answered Mac Conglinne.

“Is coll gessi don tig-sea

“Is coilleadh geasa don teach seo

“It is a breaking of the spells that are on this house

a thacar for aenf[h]er.”

é a choiriú d’fhear amháin,” *arsa an timire*.

to put it in order for one man.”

“Má ro collit riam a gessi,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Murar coilleadh riamh a gheasa,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“If ever the spells on it were broken,” said Mac Conglinne,

“ro collit innocht,

“coilleadh anocht iad,

“they were to-night;

.i. boí a ndán a coll,

agus bhí i ndán iad a choilleadh

for their breaking was fated,

ocus is mé choilles.”

agus is mise a choillfidh iad.”

and it is I who break them.”

“Ér[i]g,” ol in timthirid, “ocus tomil do p[h]roind.”

“Éirigh,” arsa an timire, “agus ith do phroinn.”

“Rise,” said the attendant, “and eat your meal.”

“At-biur mo debroth,” ol sé,

“Tugaim mo mhóid Dé,” ar seisean,

“I pledge my God’s doom,” said he,

“ó ra-m f[h]uirged cusin tráth-sa,

“ó fágadh ag fuireach go dtrásta mé,

“that since I have been kept waiting till now,

nó co fessur cid fil and,

nó go bhfeasa mé céard atá agat ann,

 until I know what you have there,

nocon érus.”

ní éireoidh mé.”

I shall not rise.”

Atn-aig in gilla in dí oíbill

Leag an giolla an dá aoibheal

The gillie put the two sparks of fire

a medón in tshuip shíl-c[h]átha corcca isin tellach,

i meán an tsoip tuí shíolcháithe choirce sa teallach,

that were in the middle of the wisp of oaten straw, on the hearth,

ocus ticc sopp asin lepa chuca.

agus bhain sop eile as an leaba chuige,

and pulled another wisp from the bed.

Cóirgis in dí f[h]ót úr-mónad im na suppu,

chóirigh an dá fhód úrmhóna um na soip,

He arranged the two sods of fresh peat round the wisps,

sétis ind oíbill, lassais in sopp,

shéid faoi na haoibhil, las an sop

blew the spark, lighted the wisp, 

ocus follsigis dó a p[h]roind.

agus d’fhoilsigh a phroinn dó.

and showed him his repast;

Ut dixit Mac Con Glinne:

Ansin dúirt Mac Conglinne:

whereupon Mac Conglinne said:

“A scolóc” (ar Mac Con Glinne)

“A scolóig,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“My lad,” said Mac Conglinne,

“cid ná dénum dá chammrand?

“Cén fáth nach ndéanaimid rann iomarbhá?

“Why should not we have a duel in quatrains?

Déna-su rand ar arán

Déan thusa rann ar arán,

A quatrain compose on the bread,

co ndén-sa rand ar annland.

go ndéanfaidh mise rann ar anlann.

I will make one on the relish.

Corcach i fil cluca binde,

Corcach i bhfuil cloig bhinne

Cork, wherein are sweet bells,

goirt a gainem,

Goirt a gaineamh

Sour is its sand,

gainem a grian;

Gaineamh a cré

Its soil is sand,

nocon f[h]il biad inde.

Ní fhaightear bia inti.

Food there is none in it.

Co bráth nocon ísaind-sea

Go bráth bráth ní íosfainnse

Unto Doom I would not eat,

acht minu-s tecma gorta

Muna dteagmhódh mé i ngorta

Unless famine befell them,

cuachán corca Corccaige,

Cuachán coirce Corcach

The oaten ration of Cork,

cuachán Corccaige corca.

Cuachán Chorcaí coirce.

Cork’s oaten ration.

Geb-si chucat in n-arán

Tógsa leat an t-arán

Along with you carry the bread,

ima ndernais-[s]iu t’ oróit;

Um a ndearna tú do phaidir

For which you’ve made your prayer;

in chuit-si is mairg do-s-méla;

Mairg a d’íosfadh mar chuid é

Woe worth him who eats this ration,

is iat mo scéla, a scoló[i]c.”

Is iad mo scéala, a scolóig.”

That is my say, my lad.”

A scolóc.

Mebraigis in scolaigi na runda,

Chuir duine de na timirí na ranna sin de mheabhair

The attendant remembered the quatrains,

uair ba h-áith a inntlecht.

óir ba ghéar intleacht é.

for his intellect was sharp.

Atn-agut leó in mbiad co h-airm a mboí Mainchín

Thugadar leo ansin an bia don airm a raibh Mainchín

They take the food back to the place where Mainchín was,

ocus taisselbait na runna don abbaid.

agus nochtadar na ranna don ab.

and declared the quatrains to the abbot.

“Maith,” ol Manchín, “admait meicc mí-fhoccuil.

“Maith,” arsa Mainchín, “déantús an drochbhuachalla an droch-chaint.

“Well,” said Mainchín, “the ill word will tell you the boy.

Gébdait me[i]cc beca na runda-sin

Beidh dailtíní *na sráide* ag gabháil na ranna sin

Little boys will sing those verses,

mina dígailter forsint-í do-rigne.”

mara ndíoghaltar iad ar an té a rinne iad.”

unless the words are avenged on him who made them.”

“Cid fil lat-su de-sin?” or in gilla.

“Cad tá fút a dhéanamh faoi?” arsa an giolla.

“What do you mean to do, then?” said the gillie.

“Fil liumm,” or Manchín, “dul cusint-í do-rigne

“Tá fúm,” arsa Mainchín, “dul chuig an té a rinne iad

“This,” said Mainchín; “to go to the person who made them,

ocus ulidetaid a étaig do bein de;

agus gach luid éadaigh atá air a bhaint de,

and strip him of all his clothes,

slipre ocus echlasca do gabáil dó,

slata agus eachlasca a ghabháil air

to lay scourges and horsewhips on him,

co ro muide ocus co ro etarscara a fheóil ocus a chraiccend ó [a] chnámu,

nó go mbrise agus go n-idirscara a fheoil agus a chraiceann ó na cnámha

until his flesh and skin break and sever from his bones

acht nammá ná ro brister a chnámu;

— ach *féachaint chuige* nach mbristear a chnámha —

— only let his bones not be broken —

a chor isin Sabraind,

é a chur *ansin* sa Sábhrann

to put him in the River Sábhrann

ocus a bodar-sháith d’ usce na Sabrainde dó;

agus a mhodarsháith d’uisce na Sábhrainne *a thabhairt* dó.

and give him his fill of the muddy water of the Sábhrann.

a chor isin tech n-oíged iarum cen mether n-étaig do lécud leis inund.”

É a chur ina dhiaidh sin sa teach aoi gan luid éadaigh a ligint leis isteach.”

Then let him be put into the guest-house, without a stitch of clothing.”

(Ocus ní boí t[h]all d’ étach acht in sétige,

(Agus ní raibh istigh d’éadach ach an phluid

(And there was no clothing in that house but the blanket,

ocus ba lilithir drúcht cétemain a míla-side ocus a dergnuta.

agus ba chomhlíon a míola agus a deargnaidí sin le drúcht Bhealtaine).

in which lice and fleas were as plentiful as May dew.)

Fessid ind in aidche-sin

“Cuirfeadh sé faoi ansin don oíche seo

“There let him sleep that night,

feib as doccra ocus as dorcha boí riam remi.)

mar is deacra agus is dorcha a tharla dó riamh roimhe seo.

in the most wretched and darkest plight he ever was in.

“Foriatar in tech fair co matain dianechtair

Iatar an teach air go maidin ón taobh amuigh

Let the house be closed on him from outside until morning,

ar dáig ná ro élád,

ar dhóigh nach n-éalóidh sé,

in order that he may not escape,

co raib mo chomairle-si fair la comarli muntiri Corccaige i mmbárach

nó go gcuirfidh mé mo chomhairle le comhairle mhuintire Chorcaí amárach

until my counsel together with the counsel of the monks of Cork shall be held on him to-morrow,

i fiadnaise in Dúilemun c[h]ena ocus Barre

i bhfianaise an Dúilimh féin agus i bhfianaise Bharra

even in the presence of the Creator and of St. Barra, 

’ga tó-sa.

gur leis mé féin.

whose servant I am.

Níba comairle aile acht a c[h]rochad i mbárach

Agus ní haon chomhairle eile *a bheidh ann* ach a chrochadh amárach

Our counsel shall be no other than his crucifixion tomorrow,

i mm’ enech-sa ocus enech Barra ocus ina h-eclaisi.”

i mo oineachsa agus in oineach Bharra agus na heaglaise.”

or the honour of me and of St. Barra, and of the church.”

Do-rigned amal sin,

Rinneadh amhlaidh sin.

So it was done.

ocus is ann sin tánic a chomrarcu bunata

Agus is í sin uair a tháinig peaca an tsinsir

And then it was that his hereditary transgression

ocus a p[h]eccad follus-gnéthech fén fris-[s]ium.

agus a pheaca fallsaghníomhach féin in éadan Mhic Conglinne.

and his own plain-working sin rose against Mac Conglinne.

Ro benad ulidetaid a étaig de

Baineadh gach luid a chuid éadaigh de

The whole of his clothing was stripped off him,

ocus ro gabad slipre ocus echlasca dó.

agus gabhadh de shlata agus d’eachlasca air.

and scourges and horsewhips were laid on him.

Ro fuirmed hé isin Sabraind,

Cuireadh sa Sábhrann é

He was put into the Sábhrann,

co tartad ni for a sháith do bodar-usce na Sabrainde dó.

gur cuireadh *de céasadh* air a sháith de mhodaruisce na Sábhrainne *a ól*.

and had his fill of its dead water.

Fessid iar sin isin tig oíged co matain.

Chaith sé an oíche as sin go maidin sa teach aoi.

After which he lay in the guest-house until morning.

At-racht Manchín matain moch iar n-a bárach,

D’éirigh Mainchín maidin mhoch arna mhárach

Early at morn Mainchín arose on the morrow;

ocus ro tinólit muinnter Chorccaige ó Manchín

agus tionóladh muintir Chorcaí leis

and the monks of Cork were gathered by him,

co mbátar i n-aen baile, .i. isin tech n-oíged.

go rabhadar in aon bhall, sa teach aoi.

until they were in one place, at the guest-house.

Auroslaicther rempu,

Osclaíodh *an teach* rompu

 It was opened before them,

ocus fessait for colbadaib ocus immdadu in tigi.

agus shuíodar fúthu ar cholbhaí agus ar iomdhadha an tí.

and they sat down on the bed-rails and couches of the house.

“Maith, a t[h]róig,” ol Manchín,

“Maith, a thruáin,” arsa Mainchín,

“Well, you wretch,” said Mainchín,

“ní dernais cóir in eclais do écnach aréir.”

“ní dhearna tú cóir éagnach a dhéanamh ar an eaglais aréir.”

“you did not do right in reviling the church last night.”

“Nírbo fherr do lucht na h-eclaisi,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Níorbh fhearr do lucht na heaglaise é,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“The church-folk did no better,” said Mac Conglinne,

“mo bet[h]-si cen biad occu,

“mo bheithse gan bhia acu

“to leave me without food,

ocus rob uathad mo dám.”

agus gan de bhuíon liom ach mé féin.”

though I was only a party of one.” 

“Nír beith cen biad deitt,

“Níor gan bhia duit é,” *arsa Mainchín*,

“You had not gone without food,

cein co fagtha acht ablaind mbic

“bíodh nach bhfaighfeá ach *oiread na* habhlainne *de*,

even though you had only got a little crumb,

nó dig do medg-usce isind eclais.

nó deoch de mheadhguisce san eaglais.

or a drink of whey-water in the church.

Fil tréda dar ná dlegar oirbire i nd-eclais,

Tá trí nithe nach ndlíthear a gcáineadh san eaglais:

There are three things, about which there should be no grumbling in the Church;

.i. nua-thorud ocus nua cormma ocus cuit aidche Domnaig;

nuathoradh na bliana, nuachoirm agus cuid na hoíche Domhnaigh.

viz. new fruit, and new ale, and Sunday night’s portion. 

ar cid bec isna h-aidchib Domnaig,

Óir, cuma cé beag *a bhfaightear* oíche Dhomhnaigh,

For however little is obtained on Sunday night,

iss ed is nessam ar a bárach, sailm do ghabáil,

is é is túisce is cóir a dhéanamh arna mhárach sailm a ghabháil,

what is nearest on the morrow is psalm-singing,

cloc iar sin,

clog a bhaint

then bell-ringing,

celebrad la precept ocus oiffrend,

agus ansin aifreann a cheiliúradh, seanmóin a dhéanamh,

Mass, with preaching and the Sacrament,

sásad bocht.

*agus* sásamh bia *a thabhairt do na* boicht.

and feeding the poor.

Esbuid na h-aidche Domnaig,

An bia nach bhfaightear oíche Dhomhnaigh

Whatever food is lacking on the Sunday night

is dia Domnaig nó aidche Luain fo-gabar;

gheofar ar an Domhnach é nó san oíche Luain.

will be got on Sunday or on Monday night.

ocus moch do-rindis oirbire.”

Agus *nach* moch duit ag déanamh asacháin.”

You began grumbling early.”

“Fuísidim-si trá,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Dearbhaím-se,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“And I profess” said Mac Conglinne,

“co ndernsamm i n-umalóit

“gur trí umhlóid a rinne mé é;

“that we acted in humility,

ocus fuilled ro-imarcraid ind aithi.”

 agus, *go deimhin*, is ró-iomarcach a bhfuair mé mar dhíol air.”

and there was more than enough in requital.”

“Acht gillim fiad nDúilemain ocus Barri,” ol Manchín,

“Geallaim-se, i bhfianaise an Dúilimh agus os comhair Bharra,” arsa Mainchín,

“But I vow before the Creator and St. Barra,” said Mainchín,

“níba h’ aír bess duit.

“nach ndéanfaidh tú aor arís.

“you shall not revile again.

Tucc[th]ar lib siút

Beirtear libh é siúd

Take him away with you,

co croch[th]ar

go gcrochtar é

that he may be crucified

i n-enech Barri ocus na h-eclaisi

in oineach Bharra agus na heaglaise

for the honour of St. Barra and of the Church,

ocus i m’ enech-sa

agus i mo oineach-sa *féin*

and for my own honour,

forsin fhaithche.”

ar an bhfaiche.”

“A c[h]lérig,” ar Mac Con Glinne, “ní-dam c[h]rocht[h]ar,

“A chléirigh,” arsa Mac Conglinne, “ná crochtar mé,

“O cleric,” said Mac Conglinne, “let me not be crucified,

acht berar breth f[h]írián indraicc form

ach tugtar breithiúnas fíréanta ionraic orm.

but let a righteous, just judgment be given on me,

is f[h]err oltá mo chrochad.”

B’fhearr sin ná mé a chrochadh.”

which is better than to crucify me.”

Atn-agar ann sin hi cend brethi do breith for Mac Con Glinne.

Chuireadar ansin chun breithiúnas a dhéanamh ar Mhac Conglinne.

Then they proceeded to give judgment on Mac Conglinne.

Atn-aig Manchín oc taccra fris.

Bhí Mainchín á chúiseamh.

Mainchín began to plead against him,

Atn-agar cach fer iar n-urd do muintir Chorcc[aig]e co Mac Con Glinne.

Rinne gach duine de mhuintir Chorcaí, de réir ord tosaíochta, *pléideáil in aghaidh* Mhic Conglinne.

and every man of the monks of Cork proceeded, according to rank, against Mac Conglinne.

Cia boí d’ immbud ecnai ocus eólais ocus aircetail leó,

Ach in ainneoin iomad a n-eagna agus a n-eolais agus a n-aircheadail,

But, though a deal of wisdom and knowledge and learning had they,

ní [fh]ríth loc laburtha i ndligud dó triasa crochthá.

ní bhfuarthas pointe ar bith i bhfoclaíocht an dlí trína gcrochfaí é.

lawfully he was not convicted on a point of speech for which he could be crucified.

Berair iar sin cen dliged co Ráthín Mac nAeda

Tugadh ansin é, *ar neamhchead don* dlí, go Ráithín Mhac nAodha,

Then was he taken without law to Ráithín Mac nAodha,

i ndescert-leth Cho[r]ccaige, .i. fai[th]chi.

i ndeisceartleath Chorcaí, chuig an fhaiche.

a green in the southern quarter of Cork.

Co n-epert budessin, “Asccaid dam, a Manchín ocus a muinter Chorccaige!”

Labhair Mac Conglinne ansin: “Aisce dom, a Mhainchín agus a mhuintir Chorcaí!”

He said then: “A boon for me, O Mainchín, and ye monks of Cork!”

“Ó t’ anocul sin?” ol Manchín.

“An é d’anacal é?” arsa Mainchín.

“Is it to spare you?’ asked Mainchín.

“Ní h-ead chondaigimm,” ar Mac Con Glinne;

“Ní hea sin a iarraim,” arsa Mac Conglinne;

“That is not what I ask,” said Mac Conglinne,

“fó liumm cé no t[h]ísad de.”

“cuma liom cé sin a thiochfaidh de *nó nach ea*.”

“though I should be glad if that would come of it.”

“Apair,” ol Manchín.

“Abair, *mar sin*,” arsa Mainchín.

“Speak,” said Mainchín.

“Ní epér,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Ní déarfaidh mé,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“I will not speak,” said Mac Conglinne,

“co mbet cuir dam fria.”

“nó go mbeidh baránta agam leis.”

“until I have pledges for it.”

Atn-agar rátha ocus nadmand tenna ocus trebaire for muintir Chorccaige fri a comall,

Chuir sé ansin muintir Chorcaí faoi urraí agus faoi snaidhmeanna teanna daingne um chomhlíonadh *na haisce*

Pledges and bonds stout and strong were imposed on the monks of Cork for its fulfilment,

ocus naidmis for a churu.

agus nasc sé na bannaí sin orthu.

and he bound them upon his pledges.

“Apair,” ol Manchín, “cid chondige.”

“Abair *anois* é,” arsa Maincín; “cad é atá uait?”

“Say what it is you want,” said Mainchín.

“At-bér,” ar Aniér,

“Déarfaidh mé,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“I will,” said Ainéara:

“.i. pars fil a m’ théig libair do chaithem ré ndul for cel,

“Lón bóthair atá i mo thiachóg leabhar a chaitheamh sula dtéim ar ceal,

“to eat the viaticum that is in my book-satchel before going to death,

ar ní dlegar escomlád cen dol do láim.

óir ní dhlitear éag gan dul chun faoistine.

for it is not right to depart this life without going to confession.

Tucthar mo thiag libair dam.”

Tugtar mo thiachóg leabhar chugam.”

Let my satchel be given to me.”

Do-berar a théig dó,

Tugadh a thiachóg dó.

His satchel was brought to him,

ocus oslaicis hí,

D’oscail sé í

and he opened it,

co mben dí bairgin, .i. cruithnechta, essi

agus bhain aisti an dá bhairín cruithneachta

and took out of it the two wheaten cakes

la tócht sen-shaille;

agus an spóla bagúin shaillte.

and the slice of old bacon.

ocus gabaid dechmaid cechtar n-aí,

Bhain sé deachú den dhá bhairín

And he took the tenth part of each of the cakes,

ocus benais dechmaid in tóchta co h-imargide ocus co h-indraicc.

agus deachú den spóla go cóir agus go hionraic.

and cut off the tenth of the bacon, decently and justly.

“Fil dechmaid sund, a muinter Chorccaige,” ar Mac Con Glinne;

“Sin deachú ansin daoibh, a mhuintir Chorcaí,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“dia fhesmais int-í bud chóru

“Dá mbeadh eolas agam cén duine ar chóra *dó é*,

nó is bochta a c[h]éli,

nó is boichte ná a chéile,

or who is poorer than another,

dó do-bérmais ar ndechmaid.”

bhéarfainn mo dheachú dó.”

to him would we give our tithes.” 

An ro boí ann do bochtaib at-rachtatar suas ic décsi[n] na dechmaide

A raibh ann de bhochtáin d’éiríodar suas ar fheiceáil na ndeachúna

All the paupers that were there rose up on seeing the tithes,

ocus sínid a lámu uadib;

agus shíneadar a lámha uathu.

and reached out their hands.

ocus gabaid silled forru iarum, ocus at-bert:

Thug sé silleadh súl orthu agus dúirt:

And he began looking at them, and said:

“Fia Dia ám,” ol sé,

“I bhfianaise Dhé, ámh,” ar sé,

“Verily before God,” said he,

“ní festa

“ní fios dom

“it can never be known

cid mó no ríssed aen uaib a less in dechmad-si oldú-sa fessin.

cé acu is mó riachtanas duine ar bith oraibh don deachú seo ná mo riachtanas féin.

if any one of you stands in greater need of these tithes than I myself.

Níba mó uide neich uaib indé oldá m’ uidi-sea,

Ní faide aistear duine ar bith agaibh inné ná m’aistear-sa féin,

The journey of none of you was greater yesterday than mine

.i. ó Rus Chommán co Corccaig.

ó Ros Comáin go Corcaigh.

— from Roscommon to Cork.

Nír thoimless mír nó banna iar tidecht,

Níor ith mé greim ná níor ól mé braon iar dteacht *anseo*,

Not a morsel or drop tasted I after coming.

ní ro chaithes for sét,

ná níor chaith mé *bia* ar an mbóthar.

I had eaten nothing on the road,

ní f[h]uarus fiad fhír-oíged iar tidecht,

Agus ar mo* theacht *dom anseo*, ní bhfuair mé *urraim* fhíor-aoi,

I did not find a guest’s welcome on my arrival,

acht fuarus […],      

ach fuaras masla,

but I received [insult],

a matadu ocus a latrannu ocus a c[h]onu cacca,

a mhadraí agus a ropairí agus a chúnna caca,

ye curs and robbers and dung-hounds,

.i. a muinter C[h]orccaige!

a mhuintir Chorcaí!

ye monks of Cork!

Ro benad uilideta[i]d in étaig dímm,

Baineadh mo chuid éadaí uile díom,

The whole of my clothing was stripped off me, 

ro gabad slipre ocus echlasca dam,

gabhadh de shlata agus d’eachlasca díom,

scourges and horsewhips were laid on me,

do-m-ratad isin Sabraind,

cuireadh sa Sábhrainn mé

I was plunged into the Sábhrann,

ro h-imred fír n-indligid form,

agus imríodh fíor-aindlí orm.

and clean injustice was practised upon me.

ní ro damad fír dligid dam.

Níor tugadh cothrom an dlí dom.

Fair play was not given me.

I fhiadnaise in Dúileman,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

I bhfianaise an Dúilimh,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

In the presence of the Maker,” said Mac Conglinne,

“níba h-é cét-ní aicéras Demun form-sa iar ndul anund,

“ní hé an chéad ní a agróidh an diabhal orm-sa iar mo dhul anonn,

“it shall not be the first thing the devil shall lay to my charge after going yonder,

in dechmad-sa do thabairt dúib-si,

go dtug mé an deachú seo daoibhse,

that I gave to you these tithes,

ar ní-s dligthi.”

mar níl sé ag dul daoibh.”

for ye deserve them not.”

Conid é cét-mír ad-uaid ind sin, a dechmad,

Agus is é céadmhír a d’ith sé ansin an deachú.

So the first morsel that he ate was his tithes,

ocus caithis a p[h]roind iarum,

Chaith sé a phroinn ansin,

and after that he ate his meal

.i. a dí bairgin

a dhá bhairín

— his two cakes,

co n-a thócht sen-shaille.

agus a spóla bagúin shaillte.

with his slice of old bacon.

Tócbaid a lámu

Thóg sé a lámha ansin

Then, lifting up his hands,

ocus atlaigis buide dia Dúilemain.

agus d’altaigh sé a bhuíochas don Dúileamh.

and giving thanks to his Maker,

“Mo breth i nndochum na Sabrainne festa!” ar Mac Con Glinne.

“Mo bhreith chun na Sábhrainne anois!” arsa Mac Conglinne.

he said: “Now take me to the Sábhrann!”

Iar sin berair hé,

Tugadh ansin é

On that he was taken,

lín a chuimrig ocus a chométaig,

agus líon a lucht cuibhreach agus coimeádtha ina theannta,

bonds and guards and all,

a dochum na Sabrainne.

chun na Sábhrainne.

towards the Sábhrann.

In tan ro-siacht in tiprait dianad ainm ‘Bithlán’,

Nuair a shroich sé an tobar dárbh ainm ‘Bithlán’,

When he reached the well, the name of which is Bithlán (‘Ever-full’,

ro mben a lumain fhind de

bhain sé de a bhrat fionn

he doffed his white cloak,

ocus do-s-rat fo a thoeb,

agus chuir faoina shlios é

and laid it out to be under his side,

ocus a théig libair fo leirg a droma.

agus a thiachóg leabhar faoi leirg a dhroma.

his book-satchel under the slope of his back.

Ro-s léic faen for a lummain,

Lig sé é féin faon ar an mbrat,

He let himself down upon his cloak, supine,

atn-aig a mér tria drol a delci,

chuir a mhéar trí lúb a dheilge

put his finger through the loop of his brooch,

ocus tummais rind in delgai dar a ais isin tiprait.

agus do thum rinn na deilgne thairis siar sa tobar.

and dipped the point of the pin over his back in the well.

In céin no bíd banna oc snige a cind in delca sís,

Fad a bhíodh braon ag sní ó cheann na deilgne síos,

And while the drop of water trickled down from the end of the brooch,

no bíd in delc uas a anáil.

bhíodh an dealg os a anáil thuas.

the brooch was over his breath.

Ro-s torsig in lucht coiméta ocus cuimrig.

D’éirigh an lucht cuibhreach agus coimeádtha tuirseach.

The men that guarded him and held him in bonds grew tired.

“Tánic in bréc for timchell,

“D’fhill an feall sa timpeall *oraibh*,

“Your own treachery has come about you,

a matuda ocus a latranda, a muinter Chorccaige!

a mhadraí agus a ropairí, a mhuintir Chorcaí!” arsa Mac Conglinne.

ye curs and robbers, ye monks of Cork!

Inbuid ro bá-sa ’com’ boith,

“Nuair a bhínn-se i mo bhoth *file*

When I was in my cell,

iss ed do-gnínd, ina-m t[h]oirched co cend cóic tráth nó sé do blogaib, a taiscid

 is é a dhéanainn: gach a dtagadh i mo threo de mhíreanna bia ar feadh cúig tráth nó sé, chuirinn i dtaisce iad

what I used to do was to hoard what bits might reach me during five or six days,

co caithind i n-oen adaig;

nó go gcaithinn in éineacht in aon oíche iad

and then eat them in one night,

mo sháith do usce i n-a ndiaid-sin.

agus mo sháith d’uisce ina dhiaidh sin.

drinking my fill of water afterwards.

No-[m] bered co cend nómaide cen ní iar sin,

Dhéanadh sin mé go ceann trí lá agus trí oíche gan ní eile

This would sustain me to the end of three days and three nights without anything else,

ocus ní láud form.

agus ní chuireadh sin as dom.

and it would not harm me.

Bet nómaide for ar chaithius ó chianaib,

Rachaidh mé anois trí lá agus trí oíche ar ar chaith mé ó chianaibh;

I shall be three days and nights subsisting on what I ate just now,

bet nómaide aile oc athrige,

beidh mé trí lá agus trí oíche eile ag déanamh aithrí

three days and nights more doing penance,

ocus nómaide aile ic ól usce,

agus trí lá agus trí oíche eile fós ag ól uisce

and another three days and nights drinking water,

ór atáut cuir fri m’ lámaib.

— mar tá urra agus banna agam ar mo lámha uaibhse ann.

for I have pledges in my hands.

For-t-gellaimm Dia ocus Barre ’ca tú,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

Geallaim do Dhia agus do Bharra ar leis mé,” ar seisean,

I vow to God and St. Barra, whose I am here,” said Mac Conglinne,

“cen co tig uasal nó ísel do muintir C[h]orccaige asin baile i tát,

“má bhogann uasal nó íseal de mhuintir Chorcaí as an ionad a bhfuilid,

 “though neither high nor low of the monks of Cork should leave the place where they are,

co ndigset écc uli i n-aen aidchi,

go bhfaighidh siad uile bás in aon óiche

but should all go to death in one night,

ocus Manchín ria cách ocus iar cách do bás ocus dochumm n-iffirn;

— agus Mainchín féin, roimh cách agus iar cách, rachaidh sé chun báis in ifreann.

and Mainchín before all or after all, to death and hell,

ór am derb-sa do nim,

Maidir liomsa de, is dearbh neamh dom

— since I am sure of heaven,

ocus biat i frecnarcus

agus beidh mé i bhfianaise *an Té*

and shall be in the Presence,

forsná fil crích nó erchra.”

nach dual dó críoch ná crapadh.”

to which there is neither end nor decay.”

Ro h-indissed do muintir Chorccaige in scél-sin,

Insíodh an scéal sin *ar fad* do mhuintir Chorcaí,

This story was told to the monks of Cork,

ocus do-rigset luath-chomarc,

agus rinne siad comhairle *le chéile* láithreach.

who quickly held a meeting,

ocus iss ed tuccad asin chomarc,

Is é a tugadh as an gcomhairle *sin acu*

and the upshot of the meeting 

bendacht do Mac Con Glinne

*go bhfaigheadh* Mac Conglinne a mbeannacht

was that Mac Conglinne should have a blessing

for a dul fén ar umalóit dia chrochad,

dá dtéadh sé go humhal dá chrochadh,

on his going in humility to be crucified,

nó nónbur timchillid dia chomét

nó, *mura ndéanfadh*, naonúr á thimpeallú á choimeád,

 or else that nine persons should surround him to guard him

co ndiged éc áitt a mboí,

nó go bhfaighead sé bás áit a raibh sé

until he died where he was,

ocus co ro crochtha iar tain.

— agus é a chrochadh ina dhiaidh sin.

that he might be crucified afterwards.

Ro ráided fri Mac Con Glinne in ní-sin.

Dúradh sin le Mac Conglinne.

That message was delivered to Mac Conglinne.

As-bert Mac Con Glinne, “Is matroga” (.i. is roga mataid nó is matad int-í hó tuccad in roga),

Ar seisean: “Is madra-rogha é sin, rogha nach dtabhairfí ach do mhadra.

“It is a sentence of curs,” said he.

“acht oen ní chena, cid ed bess de,

Ar a shon sin, áfach, pé ar bith faoi,

“Nevertheless, whatever may come of it,

regmait fri h-umalóit

rachaidh mé faoi umhlóid,

we will go in humility,

feib ro-chóid ar magister Íhsu Críst fri a c[h]ésad.”

faoi mar a chuaigh ár máistir, Íosa Críost, chun a chéasta.”

as our Master, Jesus Christ, went to His Passion.”

At-raig co h-áit i mbátar muinter Chorccaige;

D’éirigh sé chun na háite a raibh muintir Chorcaí.

Thereupon he rose, and went to the place where were the monks of Cork.

ocus táncatar crícha espartan ann sin.

Agus tháinig críoch trátha easpartan san am sin díreach.

And by this time the close of vespers had come.

“Ascaid dún, a Manchín!” ol muinter C[h]orccaige fodéin.

“Aisce dúinn, a Mhainchín!” arsa muintir Chorcaí *féin*.

“A boon for us, O Mainchín!” said the monks of Cork themselves.

“A mo Dé, cissí ascaid?” ol Manchín.

“A mo Dhé, cén aisce í?” arsa Mainchín.

“O my God, what boon?” cried Mainchín.

“Dál co mmatain cen crochad don tróg út.

“Anacal go maidin don truán úd gan a chrochadh.

“Respite from crucifixion for that poor wretch until morning.

Ní ro-s bensum clucu,

Níor bhaineamar clog,

We have not tolled bells,

nó ní dernsamm celebrad nó precept nó oiffrend.

ná ní dhearnamar ceiliúradh ná seanmóin, ná aifreann.

neither have we celebrated Mass, nor preached, nor made the Offering.

Ní ro sásta boicht lind. Ná caithium co cend in Domnach

Níor thugamar bia do bhoicht a shásodh iad thar an Domhnach

The poor have not been satisfied by us with food against the Sunday, 

cen sássad dún fessin.

agus ní mó fuaramar bia sinn féin.

nor have we refreshed ourselves.

Cairde dún co matin dó.”

Cairde dúinn go maidin dó.”

Grant us a respite for him till morning.”

“At-biur bréthir,” ol Manchín,

“Beirim mo bhriathar,” arsa Mainchín,

“I pledge my word,” said Mainchín,

“ná rega in dál-sin,

“nach bhfaighidh sé an faoiseamh sin,

“that respite shall not be given,

acht lathi a imorbois, bid hé lá a phennati.”

ach gurb é lá a chionta lá a pheannaide.”

but the day of his transgression shall be the day of his punishment.”

Monuar! Isin uair-sin berair Mac Con Glinne fo Chaill na Sindach

Monuar! Is ansin a rugadh Mac Conglinne go Coill na Sionnach.

Alas! in that hour Mac Conglinne was taken to Coill na Sionnach (‘the Foxes’ Wood’),

ocus do-berair biail ’n-a láim,

Tugadh biail ina lámh dó

and an axe was put in his hand,

ocus lucht coiméta immaille friss.

agus lucht coimeádtha in éineacht leis.

his guard being about him.

Benais fén a chésad-c[h]rand

Bhain sé féin a chrann céasta

He himself cut his passion-tree,

ocus no-s imarchair fri [a] ais co faithc[h]i Chorccaige.

agus d’iompair ar a dhroim é go faiche Chorcaí.

and bore it on his back to the green of Cork.

Sáidis fén in crand;

He himself fixed the tree.

ocus lingis ind amser dar crích n-espartan,

agus d’imigh an tráth *faoin am sin* thar chríoch easpartan,

And the time had outrun the close of vespers,

ocus ní boí comairle aile leó

ach *ar a shon sin* ní raibh *fós* de chomhairle ina measc uile

and the one resolve they had

acht a chrochad in tan-sin.

ach é a chrochadh *ar alt na huaire sin*.

was to crucify him there and then.

“Ascaid dam, a Manchín ocus a muinter Chorccaige!” ar Mac Con Glinne.

“Aisce dom, a Mhainchín agus a mhuintir Chorcaí!” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“A boon for me, O Mainchín, and ye monks of Cork!” said Mac Conglinne.

“At-berim mo bréthir trá,” ol Manchín,

“Bheirim mo bhriathar anois ann,” arsa Mainchín,

“I pledge my word,” said Mainchín,

“co ná taet ascaid uaind.”

“nach bhfaighfear aisce uainn.”

“that no boon shall come from us.”

“Ní maithem n-anocuil c[h]onnaigimm foraib,

“Ní anacal m’anama a iarraim oraibh,” *arsa Mac Conglinne,*

“It is not to spare me I ask you,

ór cia chuinger

“mar, cé go n-iarrfainn,

for, though it were asked,

ní-s tá dam dia bar ndeóin,

ní bhfaighinn le bhur ndeoin é,

it would not be granted to me of your free will,

a matuda ocus a latranda

a mhadraí agus a ropairí

ye curs and ye robbers

ocus a chonu cacca ocus a brúti nem-literdhai,

agus a chona caca agus a bhrúidí neamhliteartha,

and dung-hounds and unlettered brutes,

.i. a muinter chorrach comraircnech cend-ísel C[h]orccaige!

a mhuintir chorrach earráideach cheann-íseal Chorcaí!

ye shifting, blundering, hang-head monks of Cork!

acht mo sháith do biúd olardai inmardai

Ach mo sháith de bhia saibhir súmhar

But I want my fill of generous juicy food,

ocus do lind sho-óil sho-mesc s[h]o-milis,

agus de lionn so-óla, so-mheisce, so-mhilis dom,

and of tasty intoxicating sweet ale,

ocus clith n-álaind n-étrom do étach thana t[h]irmaide torum,

agus culaith álainn éadrom d’éadach tanaí teolaí tharm

and a fine light suit of thin dry clothing to cover me,

ná ro-m f[h]orrgi fuacht nó tess,

le nach gcloífeadh fuacht ná teas mé

that neither cold nor heat may strike me;

corup lón-fheiss coíct[h]igisi dam

agus go mba féasta coicís dom é

a gorging feast of a fortnight for me

ria ndul i ndáil báis.”

sula rachainn i ndáil bháis.”

before going to the meeting with death.”

“For-t-gillim,” ol Manchín,

“Geallaim duit,” arsa Mainchín,

“I vow to you,” said Mainchín,

“ní fhuigbe-siu in ní-sin.

“ní bhfaighidh tú sin.

“you shalt not get that.

Acht is deriud laí,

Tá deireadh lae ann, áfach,

But it is now the close of the day;

is Domnach and;

agus tá an Domhnach againn

it is Sunday.

fil didiu in popul oc irguide dála duit.

*agus tá*, chomh maith, an pobal ag lorg faoisimh duit..

The convent, moreover, are entreating a respite for you.

Acht benfaider dít do bec n-étaig

Ach bainfear díot do scriosán éadaigh

But your scanty clothing shall be stripped off you,

ocus no-t c[h]engéltar don chorthi út

agus ceangailtear den choirthe úd thall thú,

and you shalt be tied to yonder pillar-stone,

corob frithpian fo-gabar résin mór-phéin i mbárach.”

nó go mba réamhphian duit é roimh do mhórpheannaid amárach.”

for a fore-torture before the great torture to-morrow.”

Do-rónad fon samail-sin;

Rinneadh amhlaidh sin.

So it was done.

bentair de a bec n-étaig

Baineadh an scriosán éadaigh de

His scanty clothing was stripped off him,

ocus ro cenglad téta ocus refeda taris don chorthi.

agus ceanglaíodh téada agus cordaí thairis um an choirthe.

and ropes and cords were tied across him to the pillar-stone.

Tiagat uad dia tig.

D’imíodar uaidh dá dteach *ansin*.

They turned away home,

Luid Manchín don tig abbad

Chuaigh Mainchín go teach an aba.

 Mainchín going to the abbot’s house,

co ro sásta boicht ocus oígid leó.

that the poor and guests might be fed by them.

Ro thomailset fén ní.

D’itheadar rud éigin dóibh féi

They also ate something themselves.

Ro lécsit troscud in ecnadu út tánic

*Ach* d’fhágadar ina throscadh an t-eagnaí úd a tháinig,

But they left that sage to fast, who came, 

iar n-a f[h]oíded do Dia ocus don Choimdid

arna chur ó Dhia agus ón gCoimdhe

having been sent by God and the Lord

do thesarcain C[h]athail meic Fhinguine

do theasargan Cathail mhic Fhinguine

for the salvation of Cathal Mac Finguine

ocus fer Muman

agus fear Mumhan

and the men of Munster,

ocus Lethi Moga Nuadat ol chena.

agus Leath Mhogha Nuat chomh maith.

and the whole Southern Half to boot.

Nocho damad fír ndligid dó.

Níor dámhadh cothrom an dlí dó.

The justice of law was not granted him.

Fessid co medón oidche ann.

Chaith sé go meánoíche ansin.

He remained there until midnight.

Iar sin ticc aingel Dé chuci for in corthi

Ansin tháinig aingeal Dé chuige ar an gcoirthe

Then an angel of God came to him on the pillar-stone,

ocus fo-rórbairt in aislingthi do f[h]oillsiugud dó.

agus thosaigh ar an aisling a fhoilsiú dó.

and began to manifest the vision unto him.

Céin boí in t-aingel forsin c[h]loich

Fad a bhíodh an t-aingeal ar an gcloch

 As long as the angel was on the pillar-stone

ba ro-the dó;

ba ró-the *an chloch ag Mac Conglinne*.

in tan téged for imaire uad

Nuair a d’imíodh sé uaidh ar an iomaire *talún*

but when he moved on a ridge away from him,

ba so-f[h]ulaing dó.

ba infhulaingthe aige í.

it was comfortable.

Conid de-sin fil ‘Imaire in Aingil’ hi fhaithchi Chorccaige;

(Gurb de sin atá ‘Iomaire an Aingil’ i bhFaiche Chorcaí

(Hence the ‘Angel’s Ridge’ in the green of Cork,

ní boí-sium matain cen drúcht.

agus ní bhíonn sé maidin gan drúcht *air*.)

which was never a morning without dew.)

Do-lluid uad in t-aingel deód n-aidche.

D’imigh an t-aingeal uaidh ag deireadh na hoíche.

At the end of the night the angel departed from him.

Cumaid-sium iarum cennp[h]urt mbec uad fodén

Chum sé féin ceapadóireacht bheag *véarsaíochta*

Thereupon he shaped a little rhyme of his own,

bid imchubaid ré aisnéis amal ro fhaillsiged dó,

a bheadh oiriúnach lenar foilsiódh dó a insint.

which would serve to relate what had been manifested to him,

ocus at-aig ann sin co matain

Agus d’fhan sé ansin go maidin

and there he remained until morning

co cendp[h]ort a aislingt[h]i do léri lais.

agus duan na haislinge ullamh aige.

with the poetical account of his vision ready.

Bentair cloc tinóil oc muintir C[h]orccaige matan moch iar n-a bárach.

Baineadh clog tionóil le muintir Chorcaí maidin mhoch arna mhárach.

Early at morn the chapter-bell was tolled on the morrow by the monks of Cork,

Tecat uli cusin corthi.

Thángadar uile chuig an choirthe.

and all came to the pillar-stone.

“Maith, a t[h]róig,” ol Manchín,

“Maith, a thruáin,” arsa Mainchín,

“Well, you miserable wretch,” said Mainchín,

“cindus filter lat indiú?”

“conas atá leat inniu?”

“how is it with you today?”

“Is maith,” or sé,

“Go maith,” ar seisean,

“It is well,” said he,

“dia lécther dam in cumair mbriathar fil occum do rélad duit-siu

“má ligtear dom an coimriú briathar atá agam a fhoilsiú duitse.

“if I am allowed to make known to you a few short words that I have,

.i. aislingt[h]i do-m-árfaid arér,” ar Mac Con Glinne;

Aisling a taispeánadh aréir dom,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

for a vision appeared to me last night,” said Mac Conglinne,

“ocus dia lécther dál dam,

“agus má thugtar faoiseamh dom,

“and, if a respite is given me,

indisfet in aislingthi.”

inseoidh mé an aisling.”

I will relate the vision.”

“At-biur do m’ bréthir,” ol Manchín,

“Beirim mo bhriathar,” arsa Mainchín,

“By my word, I say,” quoth Mainchín,

“dia mbetís síl nÁdaim do m’ réir,

 “Dá mba é m’intinnse intinn shíl Ádhaimh uile,

“if the race of Adam were of my thinking

co ná tibratis dál laí nó aidche duit.

ní thabharfaidís sin *ach oiread liomsa* anacal lae ná oíche duit.

they would not give you respite even for a day or a night.

Mé fén, nícon tibér.”

*Maidir* liomsa de, *is deimhin* nach dtabharfaidh mé.”

“At-beram ar mbréthir,” ol in popul,

“Beirimídne ár mbriathar,” arsa an pobal,

“We pledge our word,” said the monks,

“cid lonn lat-su,

“cé olc leatsa é,

“though it be disagreeable to you,

lécfithir dál dó

béarfar faoiseamh dó

 he shall have a respite,

co ro indise a aislinge.

nó go n-inseoidh sé an aisling.

that he may relate his vision.

An us tol lat-su iarum, tabair fair.”

Pé ní is toil leatsa ina dhiaidh sin, agair air é.”

Inflict on him afterwards whatever you wish.”

Conid ind sin ruc-som Manchín iar ngen[e]lach bíd co hÁdam:

Is ansin a rug sé Mainchín, de réir geinealaigh bhia, siar go hÁdhamh:

Then it was that he traced Mainchín up to Adam, according to the pedigree of food, saying:

“Bennach dún, a c[h]lérig,

“Beannaigh sinn, a chléirigh,

“Bless us, O cleric,

a c[h]lí c[h]loth co comgne;

a bhuantaca éigse

famous pillar of learning,

mac Midbuilce mela,

Mac Mheábhoilg mheala,

Son of honey-bag,

meic Bela, meic Bloince,

Mhic Bhealaidh, mhic Bhlonaige,

son of juice, son of lard,

meic Buaidrén, meic Brothcháin,

Mhic Bhuaidhréin (“Phraisí”), mhic Bhracháin,

Son of stirabout, son of pottage,

meic Borr-Thoraid brec-báin,

Mhic Bhorr-Thoraidh bhreac-bháin

son of fair speckled fruit-clusters,

meic Borr-Chrothi bláthi,

Mhic Bhorr-Chroithe (“Bhláthuachtair”) bhorrtha,

Son of smooth clustering cream,

m[ei]c Bláithche, meic Brechtáin,

Mhic Bhláthaí, mhic Bhreachtáin (“Grutha”),

son of buttermilk, son of curds,

meic Beóiri, buaid mbainde,

Mhic Bheorach — braon álainn —

Son of beer (glory of liquors),

meic Brocóti binde,

Mhic Bhragóide slime,

son of pleasant bragget,

meic Cainninde caimme,

Mhic Chainninne caime,

Son of twisted leek,

meic Shaille, meic Imme,

Mhic Shaille, mhic Ime,

son of bacon, son of butter,

meic Indrechtáin lán-méith,

Mhic Indreachtáin lánmhéith,

Son of full-fat sausage,

meic Lemnachtai immglain,

Mhic Leamhnachta íonghlan,

son of pure new milk,

meic Messai, meic Thoraid,

Mhic Mheasa, mhic Thoraidh,

Son of nut-fruit, son of tree-fruit,

meic Holair, meic Inmair,

Mhic Olair, mhic Anlainn,

son of gravy, son of dripping,

meic Hítha, meic Árand,

Mhic Íthe, mhic Árann,

Son of fat, son of kidney,

meic Cléthi, meic Gualand,

Mhic Chléithe (“Easna”), mhic Ghualainne,

son of rib, son of shoulder,

meic Lón-Loingén láin-te,

Mhic Lón-Loingéin (“Stéige Bhráid”) lánaithe,

Son of well-filled gullet,

meic Láirce, meic Luabann,

Mhic Láirge (“Choise”), mhic Luain,

son of leg, son of loin,

meic Lessi, meic Leth[ch]ind,

Mhic Leise, Mhic Leathchinn,

Son of hip, son of flitch,

meic Loinge Brond ballai,

Mhic Loinge Bronn Balla,  Stiall Uchta Sármhaith,

son of striped breastbone,

meic Míre, me[i]c Lommai,

mhic Míre (Ghreimín), mhic Lomma (Bhraoinín),

Son of bit, son of sup,

meic Drommai, meic Tharrai,

mhic Dhroma, mhic Tháirrín,

son of back, son of paunch,

meic Thremantai thanai,

mhic Threamanta Thanaí, (Ghrutha Chaoin Tanaí),

Son of slender tripe,

meic Thainghe cen traethad,

mhic Thainge (Cháise) gan Traochadh,

son of cheese without decrease,

meic Éisc Inbeir Indsén,

mhic Éisc Inbhir Inseáin,

Son of fish of Inbhear Inseán,

meic Millsén, meic Moethal,

mhic Mhilseáin, mhic Mhaothail,

son of sweet whey, son of beestings,

meic Meda, meic Fhína,

mhic Mheá, mhic Fhíona,

Son of mead, son of wine,

meic Carna, meic Corma,

mhic Chárna, mhic Chorma,

son of flesh, son of ale,

meic Cruithnechta rigne,

mhic Chruithneachta Righne,

Son of hard wheat,

meic Inbe, meic Onba,

mhic Inbhe, mhic Onbha (Choda),

son of tripe, son of (?),

meic Fhind-Litten gile

mhic Fhinnleitean Gile

Son of fair white porridge,

d’ ass choerach co nglaine,

de bhainne caorach is glaine,

made of pure sheep’s milk,

meic Scaiblín buic bladmair

mhic Scaiblín (Anraith) Bhoig Bhláfair

Son of soft rich pottage,

co n-a gablaib gaile,

faoina ghailíní gaile,

with its curls of steam,

meic Gruthraige gairge,

mhic Ghruthraí Gairge (ró-bhuacaí),

Son of rough curds,

meic Garbáin chaín chorcca,

mhic Gharbh-Aráin Choirce,

son of fair oatmeal gruel,

meic Craíbechán c[h]raebaig

mhic Chraoibheacháin (Potáiste) Chaor Chraobhaigh

Son of sprouty meat-soup,

co n-a choeraib corccra,

faoina chaoiríní corcra,

with its purple berries,

meic bairr Braisce bíthe,

mhic bairr Braisce Bíthe (Chabáiste Chálmhín),

Son of the top of effeminate kale,

meic Bolgáin buic bán-ghlain,

mhic Bolgáin (Mhéadail) Bhoig Bhánghlain,

son of soft white midriff,

meic Cnó-Messa cnáim-fhéil,

mhic Chnóite Cnámhdhéanmais,

Son of bone-nourishing nut-fruit,

meic Ábéil, meic Ádaim.

mhic Ábeil, mhic Ádhaimh.

son of Abel, son of Adam.

Maith do dú[th]chus deg-bíd

Is maith do shinsir dhea-bhia

Fine is your kindred of choice food,

is milis re tengaid;

is is milis don teanga

to the tongue it is sweet,

a chéim f[h]osad f[h]ostán

A chéim shocair shuaimhneach

O you of staid and steady step,

a llos trostán bennaig.”

le cabhair throstáin bheannaigh.”

— with the help of pointed staff.”

b. b. d.

“Nocon olc dam-sa ón, a Meic Con Glinne,” ol Manchín;

“Ní dochar ar bith domsa sin, a Mhic Conglinne,” arsa Mainchín.

“That hurts me not, Mac Conglinne,” said Mainchín.

“bec lat-su ail form-sa ocus forsi[n]d eclais,

“*Is cosúil gur* beag leatsa sciolladh a dhéanamh ormsa agus ar an Eaglais,

“Little did you care about slandering me and the Church

co ndernais gen[e]lach bíd i cumni dam

nuair a rinne tú geinealach bia i gcuimhne ormsa

when you composed a food-pedigree to commemorate me,

ná dernad do duine romum

nach ndearnadh do dhuine ar bith romham

such as has not been invented for any man before me,

is ná dignestar co brunni brátha.”

agus nach ndéanfar *arís* go bruinne brátha.”

and will not be invented till Doom.”

“Ní h-ail etir sin, a c[h]lérig,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Ní sciolladh *atá fúm a dhéanamh ar chor ar bith*, a chléirigh,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“It is no slander at all, O cleric,” said Mac Conglinne,

“acht aislingt[h]i do-m-árfas aréir.

“ach aisling a taispeánadh aréir dom.

“but a vision that was manifested to me last night.

Is ed siút a cennp[h]ort.

*Níl sa mhéid sin ach* a réamhphort.

That is its prelude.

Ní [h-i]nc[h]ubaid in aisslinge,

Ní hantráthach don aisling

 The vision is not out of place,

ocus dia tucthar dál nó cairde dam

agus, má thugtar faoiseamh nó cairde dom,

and, if respite or leave be granted me,

innisfet in aislingt[h]i iar sin.”

inneosfad an aisling.”

I will relate it.”

Ocus at-bert Manchín in cétnai,

Agus dúirt Mainchín arís mar a dúirt roimhe

And Mainchín said, as before,

ná tibred dál.

— nach dtabharfadh sé cairde dó.

that he would give no respite.

Téit-sium iar sin hi cend a aislingt[h]i;

Chuaigh Mac Conglinne, áfach, i gceann a aisling *a insint*,

But Mac Conglinne began to recount his vision,

ocus at-berut is óthá sin sís ro f[h]aillsig in t-aingel dó,

agus deirtear gur as sin síos ar fhoilsigh an t-aingeal dó.

and it is said that from here onward is what the angel revealed to him,

ut dixit:

Ar seisean:

as he said:

“Aislingi do-m-árfas-[s]a,

“Aisling a taibhsíodh dom

“A vision that appeared to me,

taidbsi ingnad indisimm

taibhse iontach innseoidh mé

A wonderful apparition, I shall tell it

i fhiadnaise cháich;

i bhfianaise cháich:

In everyone’s presence:

curchán gered gerthide

curachán geire bealaithe

A lardy coracle all of lard

i purt Locha Lemnachta

i bport Locha Leamhnachta

Within a port of New-milk Loch,

ós lind betha bláith.

os linn de bheatha bhreá.

Up on the World’s smooth sea.

Lodmar isin loech-lestar,

Chuamar sa laochleastar

We went into the man-of-war,

laechda in chongaib chonaire

laochta buíon chun bóthair sinn

’Twas warrior-like to take the road

dar bolc-lenna lir,

thar thuile leanna an lir;

Over ocean’s tide of drink.

cor bensumm na sesbémend

le buillí rámha neartmhara

Across the level sea we went

dar muncind in mur-t[h]ráchta

thar mhuincheann na mara *linn*

Our oar-strokes then we pulled,

co tochrad a mur-thorud,

a chuir aníos an muirthoradh —

Throwing the sea’s harvest up,

mur-grian amal mil.

muirghrean amail mil.

Like honey, the sea-soil.

Coem in dúnad ráncumar

Caomh an dún i dtángamar

The fort we reached was beautiful,

co n-a ráthaib ro-brechtán

faoina rátha ró-bhreachtáin

With works of custards thick,

resin loch anall;

ar bhruach an locha thall;

Beyond the loch.

ba h-imm úr a erdrochat,

ba him úr a urdhroichead

New butter was the bridge in front,

a chaisel ba gel-chruithnecht,

a chaiseal ba ghealchruithneacht

The rubble dyke was wheaten white,

a shondach ba sall.

a shonnach ba shaill.

Bacon the palisade.

Ba suairc ségdae a shuidiugud

Ba shuairc séimh a shuí ansin

Stately, pleasantly it sat,

in tige treóin trebarda

an teach tréan treabhar

A compact house and strong,

i ndechad iar tain;

i ndeachaigh mé isteach;

Then I went in:

a chomla do thirm-charnu,

a chomhla de thirimcharna

The door of it was dry meat,

a thairsech do thur-arán,

a thairseach de thur-arán

The threshold was bare bread,

do maethluib a f[h]raig.

de mhaothal a fhraigh.

Cheese-curds the sides.

Uaitne slemnai sen-cháise,

Uaithní sleamhaine seancháise

Smooth pillars of old cheese,

sailghe saille súgmaire

teanntáin saille súmhaire

And sappy bacon props

serndais ima-sech;

timpeall ina sraith;

Were ranged around;

sessa sena sen-chrothi,

bíomaí seana d’uachtar *ann*

Fine beams of mellow cream,

fairre finda fír-grotha,

cuaillí fionna fíorgrutha

White rafters — real curds,

fo-loingtis in tech.

mar thaca don teach.

Supported the house.

Tipra d’ fhín ’n-a fhír-iarthar,

Tobar fíona thiar ar gcúl

Behind was a wine well,

aibne beóri is brocóti,

aibhneacha beorach is bragóide

Beer and bragget in streams,

blasta cech lind lán;

blas ar gach linn lán;

Each full pool to the taste.

lear do braichlis bláith-lendai

lear de bhraich chun dea-leanna

Malt in smooth wavy sea,

ós brú thopair thremantai

os bruach tobair mheadhgmhilis

Over a lard-spring’s brink

do-roi[ch] dar a lár.

ag sní trína lár.

Flowed through the floor.

Loch do braisig bélaithe

Loch de phraiseach bealaithe

A loch of pottage fat

fo barr úscai olordai

faoi bharr gréisce smearaithe

Under a cream of oozy lard

etarru ocus muir;

eatarthu agus muir;

Between it and the sea.

erbi imme oc imaire

fáil ime thart mar gharda air

Hedges of butter fenced it round,

fo chír blonci brat-gile

faoi bhláth blonaige bratghile

Under a blossom of white-mantling lard,

imon múr amuig.

um an mhúr amuigh.

Around the wall outside.

Ecor d’ ablaib fír-chumra,

Sraith de chrainn úll fíorchumhra

A row of fragrant apple-trees,

fid co n-a bláth barr-chorccra

úllord faoi bhláth barrchorcra

An orchard in its pink-tipped bloom,

etarra ocus sliab;

eatarthu is an sliabh;

Between it and the hill.

daire forard fírlossa

doire ró-ard fíorlusa

A forest tall of real leeks,

do chainnind, do cherrbaccán,

de chainneann, de chairéidí,

Of leeks and of carrots, stood

for cúl tige t[h]iar.

ar chúl an tí thiar.

Behind the house.

Muinnter enig inchinni

Muintir fháilteach fhlathúil

Within, a household generous,

d’ ócaib dercaib tenn-s[h]ádchib

ógáin ruafhoilt bheathaithe

*A welcome of* red-haired, firm-fed lads,

im thenid astig;

um an tine istigh;

Around the fire.

secht n-allsmaind, secht n-episle

seacht bpaidríní, seacht n-eipistil,

Seven bead-strings, and necklets seven,

do cháisib, do choelánaib,

de cháiseanna, de chaoláin,

Of cheeses and of bits of tripe,

fo brágait cech fhir.

faoi bhráid gach fir.

Hung from each neck.

At-c[h]onnarc ní, ind airchindech

Chonaic mé uaim an t-airchinneach

I saw one — the Chief —

co n-a brot[h]raig bóshaille

faoina fhallaing bhó-shaille

in mantle of beefy fat

má mnaí miadaig maiss;

lena bhean mhaiseach dheas;

Beside his noble wife and fair.

at-c[h]onnarc in luchtaire

chonaic mé uaim an luchtaire

Then the Dispenser I beheld

fo inbiur in ard-chori

os imeall an ardchoire

Below the lofty cauldron’s spit,

’s a ahél ri a ais.

is a adhal lena ais.

His fleshfork on his back.

.A.

Cathal maith mac Finguine,

Cathal maith mac Finguine

The good Cathal Mac Finguine,

fó fer dianad oirfited

rathúil an té cheolann dó

Excellent is the man who performs

airscéla bíd braiss,

uirscéalta aoibhne aite;

Tales tall and fine.

maith in monar oen-uaire

breá an caitheamh aimsire

That is a good undertaking for an hour

is aíbind ri a indisi

agus is aoibhinn le hinsint

And it is delightful to tell

immram lúipe laech-lestair

iomramh fáin an laochleastair

The rowing of the man-of-war

dar ler Locha Ais.”

thar lear leamhnachta.”

Over Loch Milk’s sea.”

A. d. a.

Ro indis-[s]ium a aislingi uli ann sin

D’inis sé an aisling uile ansin

He then narrated his entire vision

i fiadnaise muintire Corccaige

i bhfianaise mhuintir Chorcaí

in the presence of the monks of Cork

co roacht a deriud,

go deireadh thiar

until he reached its close

cen cop é so a deriud,

(cé nach é seo a dheireadh)

(but this is not its close),

ocus ro fallsiged do Manchín rath in aislingi.

agus foilsíodh do Mhainchín brí na haislinge.

and the virtues of the vision were revealed to Mainchín.

“Maith, a t[h]róig,” ol Manchín,

“Maith, a thruáin” arsa Mainchín,

“Excellent, you wretch,” said Mainchín,

“eirg do s[h]aigid C[h]athail meic F[h]inguine

“éirigh do iarraidh Chathail mhic Fhinguine

“go straight to Cathal Mac Finguine,

uair ro fallsiged dam-sa aréir

óir foilsíodh domsa aréir

for it was revealed to me last night

in t-olc-sa fil i Cathal do híc triasin aislingi-sin.”

an t-olc seo atá ar Chathal a leigheas tríd an aisling sin.”

 that this evil which afflicts Cathal would be cured through that vision.”

“Cia lóg do-bérad dam-sa aire?” ar Mac Con Glinne.

“Cén luach *saothair* a bhéarfar dom air?” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“What reward shall I have for that?” asked Mac Conglinne.

“Nach mór in lóg,” ol Manchín,

“Is not the reward great,” said Mainchín,

“do chorp ocus t’ anim do lécud duit?”

“do chorp agus d’anam a ligean duit?”

 “to let you have your body and soul?”

“Cumma lem in ní-sin cia do-gnether.

“Cuma liom faoi sin, bíodh go dtarlódh amhlaidh,” *arsa Mac Conglinne*.

“I care not for that, though it should be done.

Senistre nime at urslacthi frim,

“Tá fuinneoga neimhe ar oscailt os mo chomhair

The windows of Heaven are open to receive me,

ocus in uile f[h]íreón ató Ádam ocus Ábél a mac

agus an uile fhíréan ó Ádhamh agus Ábéil a mhac

and all the faithful from Adam and Abel, his son,

ocus cosin fírián frecnairc

anall go dtí an fíréan freacnairc

even to the present faithful one

do-lluid doc[h]umm ríchid isin p[h]unc amsire hi támm,

a chuaigh ar neamh sa phonc aimsire ina bhfuilimid,

who went to Heaven in this very moment,

atát uli oc clas-c[h]étul for cind m’ anma

tá siad uile ag claisceadal ar son mo anama

are all chanting in expectation of my soul,

co tias i nnem.

le go dté mé ar neamh.

that I may enter Heaven.

Atát noí ngráid nime,

Tá naoi ngrád neimhe

The nine orders of Heaven,

im hirophin ocus sarophin,

*in éineacht leis na* Ceiribímí agus na Saraifíní

with Cherubim and Seraphim,

i frestul m’ anma.

ag fanacht le m’anam.

are awaiting my soul.

Is cumma leam

Is cuma liom

I care not,

cia dig

dá n-imíodh

though

Cathal mac Finguine ocus fir Muman

Cathal Mac Finguine agus fir Mumhan

Cathal Mac Finguine and the men of Munster,

co Leth Mog[a] Nuadat

agus Leath Mhogha Nuat

along with all the southern Half *of Ireland* (Leath Mhogha Nuat),

ocus muintir C[h]orccaige,

agus muintir Chorcaí

and the people of Cork,

ocus Manchín ria cách ocus iar cách,

— agus Mainchín féin rompu nó ina ndiaidh —

— and Mainchín, first or last, should go —

i nd-éc ocus i nd-iffern a n-aen oidche,

in éag agus in ifreann in aon oíche;

to death and hell in one night;

uair bet fessin i n-aentaid in Athar ocus in Meic ocus in Spiruta Naíb.”

óir beidh mé féin in aontacht an Athar agus an Mhic agus an Spioraid Naomh.”

while I myself shall be in the unity of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Ghost.”

“Cia lóg chondigi?” ar muinter C[h]orccaige.

“Cén luach *saothair* atá uait?” arsa muintir Chorcaí.

“Ní mór ém an condigim,” ol Mac Con Glinne,

“Ní mór a n-iarraim, go deimhin,” arsa Mac Conglinne

“Not great indeed is what I ask,” said Mac Conglinne,

“.i. in cochall bec ima ro éraid clérig Lethi Moga

“— an cochall beag a dhiúltaigh sé do chléirigh Leath Mhogha

ocus bár t[h]roiscset in aen aidchi,

agus a ndearnadar troscadh *air ina thaobh* san oíche chéanna

and for which they fasted on the same night,

.i. cochall Manchín.”

— cochall Mhainchín.”

“Bec fiad[ut]-su in ní-sin ocus mór fiadum-sa,” ol Manchín;

“Beag leatsa mar ní é sin, ach is mór liomsa é,” arsa Mainchín.

“acht aen ní,” ol Manchín, “dobiur-sa bréthir i fiadnaise Dé ocus Barri,

“Go deimhin,” ar sé, “beirim mo bhriathar i bhfianaise Dé agus Bharra,

“Verily,” he added, “I declare, in the presence of God and of St. Barra,

dámad lemm-sa a fil eter Corccaig ocus a termund,

“dá mba liomsa a bhfuil idir *mhainistir* Chorcaí agus críoch a tearmainn,

that if the whole country between Cork and its boundary were mine,

robad usa a sechna uli oltás in cochall a aenar.”

b’fhusa liom sin uile a sheachaint ná an cochall sin amháin.”

“Mairg nach tibre,” ol cách, “in cochall,

“Mairg nach dtabharfaidh an cochall,” arsa cách

ol is ferr in Cathal ocus Leth Moga do t[h]esarcain oldás in cochall.”

“óir is fearr Cathal agus Leath Mhogha a theasargan ná an cochall.”

“for the salvation of Cathal and Mogh’s Half (Leath Mhogha) is better than the cloak.”

“Do-bér-sa amal seo,” ol Manchín,

“Tabharfaidh mé é mar sin,” arsa Mainchín,

“agus níor thug mé *riamh* ná ní thabharfaidh mé *choíche arís* aisce *eile* is deacra liom.

.i. do-bér hé i n-erláim espuic Corccaige

Tabharfaidh mé é ar láimh d’easpag Corcaí

fri a aisec don scolaige

chun é a aiseag don scoláire

dia cobra Cathal mac Finguine.”

má chabhraíonn sé le Cathal mac Finguine.”

Ro h-aithned iar sin i n-erláim espuic Corccaige, ocus muinter C[h]orccaige dia idnocul leis in c[h]ochaill,

Tugadh an cochall ansin ar láimh d’easpag Corcaí agus muintir Chorcaí á thíolacadh,

acht is a lláim in espuic ro fácbad.

ach fágadh i lámha an easpaig é.

but in the hands of the bishop it was left.

“Imthig fodecht-sa do s[h]aigid C[h]athail!”

“Imighse feasta d’iarraidh Chathail!” *arsa Mainchín*.

“Now go at once to Cathal!”

“Cia h-airmm i fil Cathal?” ar Mac Con Glinne.

“Where is Cathal?” asked Mac Conglinne.

“Ní h-annsa,” ol Manchín,

“Ní ansa,” arsa Mainchín.

“Not hard to tell,” answered Mainchín.

“i taig P[h]icháin meic Moíle Finde,

“In the house of Píochán, son of Maol Finne,

ríg hUa nEchach ic Dún Choba

rí Ua nEachach, ag Dún Cobha

King of Ua nEachach (Iveagh), at Dún Cobha,

i cocrích hUa nEchach ocus Corco Laígde;

i gcomhcríoch Ua nEachach agus Chorca Laighdhe

on the borders of Ua nEachach and Corca Laoi,

ocus so[i]ch-si innocht connice ind sin.”

agus téighse anocht go nuige sin.”

and you must journey there this night.”

Luid Mac Con Glinne iarum

D’imigh Mac Conglinne roimhe ansin

Mac Conglinne thereupon went

co dedbirech díscir déinmnetach,

go deifreach, díscir, dithneasach,

hastily, eagerly, impatiently;

ocus tócbais a lummain coíc-diabulta cengalta i fán a dá gualand,

agus thóg sé a bhrat cúigfhillte agus cheangail ar stualeirg a dhá ghualann é,

and he lifted his five-folded well-strapped cloak on to the slope of his two shoulders,

ocus cenglaid a lénid ós mellaib a lárac,

and tied his shirt over the buttocks of his haunches,

ocus cingis dar fiarlaít na faithchi fon samail-sin co tech Pichán

agus ching sé thar fiarlaoid na faiche faoin samhail sin go teach Píocháin

and strode thus across the green to the house of Píochán,

meic Moíl[e] Finde, co Dún Coba

mhic Mhaoile Finne, go Dún Cobha,

son of Maol Finne, to Dún Cobha,

i cocrích hUa nEchach ocus Corcu Laígde.

i gcomhchríoch Ua nEachach agus Chorca Laighdhe.

on the confines of Ua nEachach and Corca Laoi.

Ocus cingis co dian a dochumm in dúnaid fon tochim-sin,

And at this pace he went quickly to the fort.

ocus feib ro-siacht in sluag-t[h]ech saindrud

agus nuair a shroich sé an slua-theach féin,

And as he came to the very meeting house

i mbádus oc tinól na slóg,

áit a rabhthas ag tionól na sluaite,

where the hosts were gathering,

gabaid gerr-chochall ocus gerr-étach imme,

ghabh sé gearrchochall agus gearréadach uime,

he put on a short cloak and short garments:

girru cach n-uachtarach lais ocus libru cach n-íchtarach.

each upper garment being shorter with him, and each lower one being longer.

Fo-rórbairt fuirseóracht fon samail-sin don ts[h]lóg do lár in rígthige,

Thosaigh sé faoin samhail sin ag fuirseoireacht do slua ar úrlár an rí-thí

.i. ní nárba comadais dia p[h]ersaind

(a thing not fit for an ecclesiastic)

— cáintecht ocus bragitóracht ocus duana la filidecht do gabáil,

*agus ar* cháinteacht agus abhlóireacht agus duanta filíochta a ghabháil

and practising satire and buffoonery and singing songs;

co ro h-asblad hé ná tánic riam nó iarum

*nó* go ndúradh faoi nár tháinig roimhe sin ná ó shin

and it has been said that there came not before his time, nor since,

bid errdarcu i cerdu cáintechta.

*duine* b’oirirce ná é i gcearda cáinteachta.

one more renowned in the arts of satire.

In tan boí for na spledaib

Ar mbeith dó ar na bearta *sin*

When he was engaged in his feats

i tig P[h]icháin meic Moíl[e] Finde,

i dteach Píocháin mhic Mhaoile Finne,

in the house of Píochán, son of Maol Finne,

conid ann as-bert Pichán secha,

is ann a dúirt Píochán i leataobh *leis*:

then it was that Píochán said aside:

“Cid mór do muirn-si, a meic légind, ní-m dénann-sa subach di.”

“Cé mór do mheidhir-se, a mhic léinn, ní subhach domsa dí.”

“Though great your mirth, son of learning, it does not make me glad.”

“Cid do-t-gní mif[r]ech?” or Mac Con Glinne.

“Cad é a dhéanann duairc thú?” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“What makes you sad?” asked Mac Conglinne.

“Ná fetara-su, a scolaige,” ol Pichán,

“Nach bhfuil a fhios agat, a scolóig?” arsa Píochán,

“.i. Cathal mac Finguine co maithib Muman do thidecht innocht,

“*beidh* Cathal Mac Finguine agus maithe Mumhan ag teacht anseo anocht,

“that Cathal Mac Finguine with the nobles of Munster is coming to-night;

ocus cid doilig lemm mór-s[h]luag Muman,

agus cé doiligh liom mórshlua Mumhan,

and though troublesome to me is the great host of Munster,

is annsa Cathal a aenur,

is measa Cathal ina aonar;

more troublesome is Cathal alone;

ocus cid doilig e-ssium i n-a p[h]rím-chutig

agus cé doiligh eisean faoina chéadphroinn,

and though troublesome is he in his first meal,

is doilge i n-a p[h]rím-airigid,

is doilí fós faoina mhórphroinn é

more troublesome is he in his prime feast;

ocus is doilgide a [fh]rith-airige doridisi.

agus is doilí fós arís é faoina idirbhéile.

but most troublesome of all is his feast again.

Fil trédi chondagur icon [fh]rith-airigid-sin,

Tá trí nithe nach mór le haghaidh an idirbhéile sin,

For at this feast three things are wanted,

.i. miach cuachán ocus miach fiaduball ocus miach min-aráin.”

mias choirce agus mias fhia-úll agus mias mhionaráin.”

namely, a bushel of oats, and a bushel of wild apples, and a bushel of flour-cakes.”

“Cia lóg do-bértha dam-sa,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Cén luach *saothair* a bhéarfá domsa,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“What reward would be given me,” said Mac Conglinne,

“dia ndingbaind dítt hé ón tráth-sa cusin tráth ar a bárach,

“dá ndiongbhaínn díot é ón tráth seo gus an tráth seo amárach

ocus ná dignesta a aithe for da thuaith ná fort fén?”

agus nach ndéanfaí sin a agairt ar do thuath ná ort féin?”

and that he would not avenge it on your people or on yourself?”

“Do-s-béraind falaig n-óir ocus ech Bretnach duit,” ol Pichán.

“Bhéarfainn fáinne óir agus each Breathnach duit,” arsa Píocháin.

“Do m’ debroth, fullfi fris,” ar Mac Con Glinne, “in tan gébthar!”

“By my oath, you will add to it when accepted,” said Mac Conglinne.

“Do-bér-sa beós,” ol Pichán,

“Béarfaidh mise fós,” arsa Píochán,

“I will give you besides,” said Píochán,

“caera find cacha tige ocus cacha trillsi ó Charnd co Corccaig.”

“caora fhionn as gach teach agus gach banrach chaorach ó Charn go Corcaigh.”

“Gébut-sa sin,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Ghlacfaidh mé leis sin,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“I will take that,” said Mac Conglinne,

“acht co rab[at] ríg ocus brugaid,

“ach a mbeidh ríthe agus brughaí,

“provided that kings and lords of land,

filid ocus cáinte dam

filí agus cáinteoirí agam *mar bharánta*

poets and satirists are pledged to me

co-nom t[h]orsit immlán;

nó go sroiche an t-iomlán mé

so that they shall reach me in full,

.i. ríg do aithne na fhiach,

— ríthe chun na fiacha a thobhach;

viz., kings to enforce the dues,

briugaid do m’ imfhulang

brughaí le hiad a chothú

lords of land to support them

do chaithem bíd ocus lenda ocus lessaigthi leó

with food and drink and necessaries,

with food and drink and necessaries,

céin beó ic tobach m’ fhiach.

fad a bheidh siad ag tobhach m’fhiach.

while they are levying my dues;

Dia fhelltar for m’ fhiachaib,

Má fhealltar orm faoi na fiacha,

if I am cheated of my dues,

filid dia n-aír ocus [dia n] ‘gláim dícind’,

filí dá n-aoradh le ‘glámh díchinn’,

poets to scathe and revile,

cáinte dia sílad

cáinseoirí ag scaipeadh

and satirists to scatter the satires,

ocus dia ngabáil duit-siu

agus ag gabháil *na n-aor sin* ort-sa

and sing them against you

ocus do t’ chloind ocus do t’ c[h]eneól,

agus ar do chlann agus ar do chineál,

and your children and your descendants,

mina-m t[h]ísat mo fhéich.”

mura sroiche na fiacha mé.”

unless my dues reach me.”

Ocus nadmis iarum for a chura.

Agus shnaidhm sé *Píochán* ansin ar na coraí *sin*.

And he bound him then on his pledges.

Tánic Cathal mac Finguine

Tháinig Cathal mac Finguine

Cathal Mac Finguine came

co mbuidnib ocus marcshlóg f[h]er Muman,

lena bhuíonta agus le marcshlua fear Mumhan

co ndessitar

agus shuíodar fúthu

and they sat themselves down

for colbadu ocus imscinge ocus imdadu.

ar na colbhaí agus na himscingí agus na hiomdhadha.

on bed-rails and couches and beds.

Gabsat ingenai míne macdachta fosaic ocus fritháilem

Rinne iníonacha míne óigeanta osaic agus friothálamh

Gentle maidens began to serve and attend

do na slógaib ocus do na sochaidib.

do na sluaite agus do na sochraidí.

to the hosts and to the multitudes.

Nícon dam Cathal mac Finguine

Níor cheadaigh Cathal Mac Finguine

But Cathal Mac Finguine did not let

fria leth-éill a bróci do bein de

*fiú* leathiall a bhróige a scaoileadh

the thong of his shoe be half-loosed,

in tan boí oc tidnocul a beóil

nó go raibh sé ag freastal a bhéil

before he began supplying his mouth

ó chechtar a dí lám do na h-ublaib

le ceachtar a dhá láimh de na húlla

from both hands with the apples

bátar forsna sechedaib imme sechnón.

a bhí ar na seithí timpeall uime.

that were on the hides round about him.

Is and sin boí Mac Con Glinne.

Bhí Mac Conglinne ansin.

Mac Conglinne was there,

Atn-aig oc blassachtaig

Thosaigh sé ag blasachtach

isin leth aile don tig,

sa leath eile den teach *thall*,

ocus nícon ráthaig Cathal sin.

ach níor airigh Cathal é.

but Cathal did not notice it.

Érgis Mac Con Glinne

D’éirigh Mac Conglinne *ansin*

Mac Conglinne rose and went

co díscir déinmnetach diabulda

go díscir, dithneasach, diabhalta

hastily, impatiently, devilishly,

i n-a ruathar bodbda

ina ruathar badhbha

in his furious rush

ocus i n-a chéim c[h]urata

agus ina chéim churata

and warlike bold pace

dar fiarlaít in rígthige,

thar fiarlaoid an rí-thí,

across the royal house.

ocus buí rell dermáir

agus bhí liag ollmhór *ansin*

And there was a huge block

ocus nert-lia míled

agus cloch mhór theilgthe mhíleata

and warriors’ stone of strength

forsa n-indsmatís slega ocus semmunna

ar a seamaítí sleánna agus *n-ullmhaítí* seamanna

on which spears and rivets were wont to be fastened,

ocus fria meltís renda ocus faebra,

agus lenar mheiltí reanna agus arm faobhair,

and against which points and edges were wont to be ground;

ocus ba corthi curad in lecc-sin;

agus ba choirthe curadh an liag sin;

and a warrior’s pillar-stone was that flag.

ocus tócbais fri a ais

agus thóg sé ar a dhroim í

And he lifted it on his back and bore it

co h-áit a mboí remi for in c[h]olba,

don áit a raibh sé roimhe sin ar an gcolbha

to the place where he had been before on the bed-rail,

ocus indsmais in cend n-uachtarach i n-a beólu di

agus sháigh sé an ceann uachtarach di ina bhéal,

thrust the upper end of it in his mouth,

ocus araile for a glún,

an ceann eile di ar a ghlúine aige,

rested the other end of it on his knee,

ocus fo-róbairt ic tomailt a [dé]t frisin cloich.

and began grinding his teeth against the stone.

Is ed at-fiadut eólaig ocus senóire ocus libuir C[h]orccaige

Is é a deir eolaigh agus seanóirí agus leabhair Chorcaí

What the learned, and the elders, and the books of Cork relate is,

nát boí i fhoccus in dúnaid

nach raibh i bhfogas an dúna,

that there was no one in the neighbourhood of the fort

ar medón nó dianechtair

laistigh nó lasmuigh,

inside or outside,

ná cuala

duine nár chuala

that did not hear

fuaim a dét frisin cloich

fuaim a dhéada leis an gcloch

the noise of his teeth against the stone

boí i n-a beólu,

a bhí ina bhéal,

that was in his mouth,

cia boí dia slemnu.

ainneoin a sleamhaine í.

though it was of the smoothest.

Tócbais Cathal a chend ar sin.

Thóg Cathal a cheann ansin.

Thereat Cathal raised his head.

“Cid do-t-gní mer, a meic légind?” or Cathal.

“Cad é a chuireann ar mire thú, a mhic léinn?” arsa Cathal.

“What makes you mad, son of learning?” asked Cathal.

“Fil dá ní,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Tá dhá ní,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“Two things,” said Mac Conglinne;

“.i. Cathal mac fír-álaind Finguine,

“Cathal mac fíorálainn Finguine,

“viz., Cathal, the right-beautiful son of Finguine,

ard-rí mór-Lethi Moga Nuadat,

ardrí mór-Leatha Mhogha Nuat,

the high-king of the great Southern Half, 

ard-c[h]osnamaid Érenn

ardchosantóir Éireann

the chief defender of Ireland 

fria Clanna Cuinn Chét-Chathaig,

in éadan clanna Choinn Chéadchathaigh,

against the children of Conn of the hundred battles,

fer ro h-oirdned ó Dia ocus ó Dúilem,

fear a hoirníodh ó Dhia agus ó Dhúileamh,

a man ordained by God and the elements,

laech saer socheneóil d’ Eóganacht gríbda Glendamnach

laoch saor so-chinéalach d’Eoghanacht ghríofa Ghleannabhrach

the noble well-born hero of pleasant Eoghanacht of Gleannamhnach,

iar ceneól a atharda,

de réir chineáil a athartha

according to the kindred of his paternity,

saeth lem-sa a acsin a aenur ic tomailt neich,

— gur saoth liomsa é a fheiscint ag ithe ruda ina aonar.

— I grieve to see him eating anything alone;

ocus dia mbet doíne a críchaib ciana istaig

Agus dá mbeadh daoine ó chríocha ciana istigh anseo

and if men from distant lands were within,

ic cuinchid áil nó aisc,

ag iarraidh áil nó aisce,

soliciting request or gift,

do-génut écnach

dhéanfaidís éagnach

they will scoff

cen m’ ulchain-se ic comscísachtaig fria t’ ulchain-sea.”

*toisc* gan mo fhéasóg-sa a bheith ag comhscíosachtach le do fhéasóg-se.”

if my beard wags not in mutual movement with yours.”

“Is fír,” for Cathal, oc tabairt oen uba[i]ll dó,

“Is fíor duit,” arsa Cathal, ag tabhairt úill amháin dó

“True,” said Cathal, giving him an apple,

ocus ro esairg a dó nó a trí i n-a beólu fén.

*le linn dó* dhá nó trí úlla a shacadh ina bhéal féin.

and jamming two or three into his own mouth.

Fri ré na trí leth-bliadan

Ar feadh ré na dtrí leathbhliana

(During the space of three half-years

boí in demun i mbrágait C[h]athail meic F[h]inguine,

a raibh an deamhan i mbráid Chathail mhic Fhinguine,

that the fiend abode in the throat of Cathal Mac Finguine,

ní derna doennacht

ní dhearna sé de dhaonnacht

acht in t-aen uball fiadain út do Mac Con Glinne

ach an t-aon úll fiáin úd a thabhairt do Mhac Conglinne,

as the giving of that one wild apple to Mac Conglinne

iar n-a athc[h]uinchid co trén.

tar éis *dó* é a iarraidh go tréan air.

after it had been earnestly asked.)

“Ferr déda hó oín i nd-ecna,” ar Mac Con Glinne.

“Is fearr dhá ní ná an t-aon ní i *gcursaí* eagna,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“Better two things than one in learning,” said Mac Conglinne.

Snedis aroli dó.

Chaith sé ceann eile chuige.

He flung him another.

“Umir na Trínóti!” or Mac Con Glinne.

“Uimhir na Tríonóide!” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“The number of the Trinity!” said Mac Conglinne.”

Cuiris oen dó.

Thug sé ceann eile dó.

He gives him one.

“Cethair leba[i]r in ts[h]oscéla

“Ceithre leabhar an tsoiscéil

iar timna C[h]ríst!”

de réir tiomna Chríost!”

according to the Testament of Christ!”

Tidnais oen dó.

Chaith sé ceann chuige.

He threw him one.

“Cóic lebair Moysi

“Cúig leabhar Mhaoise

“The five books of Moses,

iar ndeich timnai Rechta.”

de réir deich n-aitheanta na seanreachta.”

according to the Ten Commandments of the Law.”

Cuiris oen dó.

Raid sé ceann chuige.

He flung him one.

“Cétna airtecul ármide

“An chéad airteagal uimhriúil

“The first numeral article

do-airis ó [a] rainde ocus ó [a] chotib fadén,

atá comhdhéanta dá ranna agus dá chodanna féin

which consists of its own parts and divisions,

.i. in umir s[h]éda,

— an uimhir sé,

— the number six,

acht is a trí a lleth, is a dó a trian.

mar is é trí a leath agus is é a dó a thrian.

for its half is three, its third is two,

Tabair dam in sessed!”

Tabhair dom an seisiú!”

— give me the sixth!”

Snidis urchur d’ oen uball dó.

Theilg sé úll ina urchar chuige.

He cast him one apple.

“In secht

“Na seacht nithe

“The seven things

do-rarngired do t’ Dia i talmain

a tairngríodh do Dhia agus É ar talamh

which were prophesied of your God on earth,

.i. a chompert, a gein,

— a choimpeart, a ghiniúint,

 viz., His Conception, His Birth,

a bathis, et reliqua.”

a bhaiste agus aroile.”

His Baptism,” etc. 

Tic oen dó.

Thug sé úll dó.

He gave him one.

“Ocht mbiati in ts[h]oscéla,

“Ocht mbeannaitheachaí an tsoiscéil,

“The eight Beatitudes of the Gospel,

a ruri ríg-brethaig!”

a ruire rí-bhreathaigh!”

O Prince of kingly judgments!”

Beris oen dó.

Thug sé úll dó.

He threw him one.

“Noí ngráid nime, a meic,

“Naoi ngrád neimhe, a mhic,

“The nine orders of the kingdom of Heaven, son,

a ríg-nia in betha!”

a rí-nia an bheatha!”

O royal champion of the world!”

Tidnacis oen dó.

Chaith sé úll chuige.

 He gave him one.

“Dechmad grád talman,

“An deichiú grád — grád an duine —

“The tenth is the order of Mankind,

a chosnamaid in chóicid!”

a chosantóir an chúige!”

O defender of the province!”

Tic uball dó.

Chaith sé úll chuige.

He cast him an apple.

“Áirem anfhurbithi na n-aspal iar n-imorbus!”

“Áireamh neamhfhoirfe na naspal tar éis pheaca Iúdáis!”

“The imperfect number of the apostles after sin!”

Gnídis oen dó.

Raid sé ceann leis.

He flung him one.

“Numir f[h]orpthi na n-aspal iar n-imorbus

“Uimhir fhoirfe na n-aspal *tar éis pheaca*,

“The perfect number of the apostles after sin,

cia do-rigset tairmthecht!”

fiú má rinneadh tairmtheacht!”

even though they had committed transgression!”

Ferais oen fair.

Theilg sé úll chuige.

He threw him one.

“Ba h-í in buaid ós buadu

“Ba í an bua os gach bua

“The triumph beyond triumphs

ocus in umir f[h]orpthi,

— agus an uimhir fhoirfe —

and the perfect number,

Críst for a aspalu.”

Críost agus na haspail.”

Christ with his apostles.”

“Indeó,” or Cathal, “dar Barre,

“Go deimhin,” arsa Cathal, “dar Bharra,

“Verily, by St. Barra,” said Cathal,

no-m ísa dia-nom lena ní as mó!”

íosfaidh tú mé má leanfaidh tú níos sia díom!”

“you’ll devour me, if you pursue me any further!”

Snedis Cathal in sechid co n-a h-ublaib dó,

*Leis sin*, chaith Cathal an seithe leis na húlla chuige

Cathal flung him hide, apples and all,

co ná boí cúil nó frithbac nó lár nó lepaid

ionas nach raibh cúil ná cúinne, urlár ná leaba,

so that there was neither corner, nor nook, nor floor, nor bed,

ná rístís na h-ublai,

nár shroich na húlla *fad* leo,

that the apples did not reach.

co nár nessa do Mac Con Glinne inás do chách,

i dtreo nár neasa do Mhac Conglinne ná do chách *uile iad*,

They were not nearer to Mac Conglinne than to all else;

ocus ba faide ó Chathal iat.

ach go mba faide ó Chathal iad.

but they were the farther from Cathal.

Gabaid feirg Cathal.

Ghabh fearg Cathal.

Fury seizes Cathal.

Lingid ind ala súil dó i n-a chend

Ling súil amháin leis isteach ina cheann

One of his eyes jumped so far back into his head

co ná tibred petta cuirre ass.

sa tslí nach mbainfeadh peata coirre as í.

that a pet crane could not have picked it out.

Gabaid in súil n-aile immach

Gheit an tsúil eile amach

His other eye started out

comba métithir ocus og rerchirce hí i n-a chind,

nó go mba chomh-mhór ina cheann í le hubh circe,

until it was as large in his head as a hen’s egg.

ocus bertais a druimm fria sliss in rígthige

agus theann sé *ansin* a dhroim le slios an rí-thí

And he pressed his back against the side of the palace,

co ná fárcaib cleith nó slait

ionas nár fhág sé cliath ná slat

so that he left neither rafter, nor pole,

nó scolb nó dlaí nó uatni

ná scolb ná dlaoi ná uaithne

nor wattle, nor wisp of thatch, nor post,

ná dic[h]sed as a inad;

nár ndeachaigh as a ionad,

that was not displaced.

ocus saidis ’n-a s[h]uide.

agus *ansin* shuigh sé faoi ’na shuíochán.

And he sat down in his seat.

“Do chos ocus do gruad fót, a rí!” ar Mac Con Glinne;

“Do chos agus do ghrua fút, a rí!” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“Your foot and your cheek under you, O King!” said Mac Conglinne.

“ná tuc mallachtain dam ocus ná gat nem form!”

“Ná tabhair do mhallacht dom agus ná bain neamh díom!”

“Do not curse me, and do not cut me off from Heaven!”

“Cid do-t-rigne, a meic légind?” ol Cathal.

“Cad chuige duit é seo a dhéanamh, a mhic léinn?” arsa Cathal.

“So-dethbir dam,” ar Mac Con Glinne;

“A chúis go maith agam,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“Good reason have I,” said Mac Conglinne.

“do-rala dam araír fri muintir Corccaige

“D’éirigh *achrann* idir mé agus muintir Chorcaí aréir

“I had a quarrel last night with the community of Cork,

ocus co tardsat a n-osnaid dam.

agus thugadar a mallacht dom.

and they gave me their malediction.

Iss ed fo-t-ruair dam an-í-sin frit-siu.”

*Sin* é a thug orm é seo *a dhéanamh* ortsa.”

This is the cause of my behaving thus towards you.”

“Luid dó, a Meic Con Glinne,” ol Cathal;

“Cuir uait, a Mhic Conglinne,” arsa Cathal.

“Go to, Mac Conglinne,” said Cathal.

“dar Imbliuch nIbair, diamad bés dam meic légind do marbad . . .

“Dar Imleach Iubhair, dá mba bhéas liomsa mac léinn a mharú,

“By Imleach Iubhair (Emly), if it were my custom to kill students,

Sech ní rísta,

ceachtar acu, ní thiocfá *anseo*

either you would not have come,

ní t[h]ísta!”

*nó* ní imeofá *beo* as!”

or you should not depart!”

Aire trá ba luige dó-sam Imbliuch nIbair,

’Sé an fáth go raibh Imleach Iubhair mar luighe aige ná

 Now, the reason why Imleach Iubhair was an oath with him was,

ar is innte fo-gebed a sháith min-aráin,

mar is inti a d’fhaigheadh sé a sháith de mhionaráin,

ocus no bíd & bratt boinni odarda imme,

agus bhíodh sé ann agus brat mín odhar uime,

ocus a c[h]loidem cruaid coilc-dírech i n-a chlé-láim

agus a chlaíomh crua colg-díreach ina lámh chlé,

ic tomeilt blog ó cech boith i n-aroli.

ag tomhailt bloghanna ó gach both go haraile.

eating broken meats from one cell to another.

Atn-aig and lá n-oen i mboith aroli meic légind,

Lá amháin chuaigh sé isteach i mboth mhic léinn araile,

One day he went into the cell of a certain student,

ocus tic lán dó do blogaib.

agus fuair sé a dhóthain de bhloghanna.

and got his fill of broken meats.

Figlis na blogu.

Scrúdaigh sé na bloghanna.

He examined the bits.

Figlis in mac légind in lethenach boí ar a bélaib.

Scrúdaigh an mac léinn an leathanach a bhí os a chomhair;

The student examined the page that lay before him;

Feib ro-siacht in lethenach do fhigled,

*agus* nuair d’éirigh sé as scrúdú an leathanaigh,”,

and when he had finished studying the page,

sínis a thengaid d’ impód na duille.

shín sé a theanga chun an duille a iompú.

he thrust out his tongue to turn over the leaf.

“Cid do-t-rigne, a meic légind?” ol Cathal.

“Cén fáth a rinne tú sin, a mhic léinn?” arsa Cathal.

“What has caused you to do that, O student?” asked Catha.

“Dethbir mór accum,” or sé;

“A chúis go maith agam,” ar sé;

“Great cause have I,” said he.

“in sluaiged co marbad immel in tshaegail do thachur i lleth frim,

“cuireadh brú orm dul sa slógadh chun marú *na bhfear* ar imill an tsaoil,

“I have been pressed to go soldiering with a host in arms to the world’s borders,

.i. errandus do chimais na bairgine

*fiú amháin* cuid de chiumhais an bhairín

not so much as a part of a biscuit-rim,

do neoch t[h]echtas luaith ocus tene

do neach a theagmhaíonn luaith agus tine leis,

so that there is nothing that touches ashes and fire, 

 iar n-a súgud do dethaig ocus do gaíth,

nach bhfuil triomaithe le deathach agus le gaoth

that has not been dried up by smoke and wind during my absence,

co ná bí súg nó seag innte,

go dtí nach bhfuil sú ná sea inti,

until there is neither sap nor strength in it,

cen mír salle nó imme nó feóla,

gan mír shaille ná ime ná feola *le n-ithe agam,*

I have not a morsel of bacon, nor of butter, nor of meat,

cen dig nach ceneóil

ná deoch d’aon chineáil,

no drink of any sort,

acht deoch do bodar-usce na cuirre,

ach deoch de mhodaruisce na linne,

except the dead water of the pool;

co ra-m dígaib fo m’ nert & fo m’ t[h]racht;

go dtí gur baineadh mo neart agus mo lúth *díom;*

so that I have been bereft of my strength and vigour.

ocus in slógad ré cách & iar cách.”

ach an slógadh roimh cách agus iar cách.”

But first and last — the hosting.”

“Indeó,” ar mac Finguine .i. ar Cathal,

“Fíor,” arsa mac Finguine, .i. Cathal,

“Verily,” said the son of Finguine, said Cathal.

“dar Barre, céin bam beó-sa nícon regu clérech i slógad lem-sa ó s[h]und immach;”

“dar Bharra, fad is beo mé, ní rachaidh cléireach sa slógadh liomsa as seo amach;”

“By St. Barra, henceforth while I live, no cleric shall go soldiering with me.”

ocus tégdis clérig Érenn slógud co sin fri ríg nÉrenn,

go dtí sin, théidís cléirigh na hÉireann sa slógadh le rí na hÉireann,

And up to that time the clerics of Ireland used to go soldiering with the King of Ireland;

conid e-ssium benais in slógad do c[h]lérchib i tós riam.

agus is eisean a shaor cléirigh ón slógadh don chéad uair riamh.

and he was therefore the first that ever exempted clerics from going soldiering.

Fácbaid trá rath & bendachtu for deóradu Imblechu

“D’fhág sé, áfach, rath agus beannachtaí ar dheoraithe Dé Imligh,

He left his grace and blessings, moreover, to the pilgrims of Imleach Iubhair,

ocus ana min-aráin i nImbli[u]g;

agus flúirse mhionaráin in Imleach,

and a profusion of small bread in Imleach Iubhair.

& is móu isin leth iarthar-descertaig,

agus *an chuid* is mó *de*  sa leath iardheiscirt,

And this is greatest in the south-western part of it;

ar is ann do-línta hé beós.

mar is ann a d’fhaigheadh sé a dhóthain.

for there he used to get his fill.

Etaraissnéis didiu sin remai[n]d.

*Ach a bhfuil réamhráite thuas anseo*, idiraisnéis is ea sin.

(But this is a digression.)

“Ar do ríge, ar do f[h]laith, ar th’ innram,

“Ar do smacht rí, ar do fhlaitheas, ar do thinreamh,

“By your kingship, by your sovereignty, by the service to which you are entitled,

tabair ascaid mbicc dam,” ar Mac Con Glinne, “résiú imthiger.”

tabhair aisce bheag dom sula n-imeod,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

Do-garar dó Pichán isin tech.

Gaireadh isteach ar Phíochán.

Píochán was summoned into the house.

“Atá in mac légind út,” or Cathal, “ic cuinchid ascada form.”

“Tá an mac léinn úd ag iarraidh aisce orm,” arsa Cathal.

“Yon student,” said Cathal, “is asking a boon from me.”

“A tabairt,” ol Pichán.

“Tugtar dó í,” arsa Píochán.

“Grant it,” said Píochán.

“Do-bérthar,” ol Cathal;

“Béarfaidh mé,” arsa Cathal.

“It shall be granted,” said Cathal.

“abair frim,” ol Cathal, “cid c[h]ondigi.”

“Abair liom”, ar sé, “cén aisce atá uait.”

“Tell me what it is you desire.”

“Nícon epér co rabat curu fri a c[h]omall.”

“Ní déarfaidh mé nó go bhfaighe mé coraí faoina comhall.”

“I will not, until pledges are given for its fulfilment.”

“Do-bérthar,” ol Cathal.

“Gheofar sin,” arsa Cathal.

“Do briathar f[h]latha ind?” ar Mac Con Glinne.

“Do bhriathar flatha ann?” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“Your princely word therein?” said MacConglinne.

“Do m’ bréthir,” ol sé, “do-géba;

“Dar mo bhriathar,” ar sé, “gheobhaidh tú í

ocus sluind in aiscid.”

— agus anois sloinn an aisce.”

“Is ed in so,” ar Mac Con Glinne,

“Is í seo í,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“This is it,” said Mac Conglinne.

“.i. tochar do-rala dam araír fri munntir Corccaige,

“Achrann a tharla aréir idir mise agus muintir Chorcaí

“I had a quarrel with the monks of Cork last night,

co tardsat a mallacht uli dam,

nó gur thugadar uile a mallacht dom,

ocus iss ed fo-d-era in comrorcu-sin dam i lleth frit-sa.

agus is é sin faoi deara an tranglam seo idir mise agus tusa.

and it was owing to you that that trouble was brought on me.

Ocus troscud cid duit-siu lem fri Dia innocht,

And fast with me tonight on God,

ar isat bráthair bunaid,

mar is bráthair bunaidh *liom* tú,

since you are an original brother, 

do m’ s[h]aerad for mallachtain muintire Corccaige,

le go saorfaí mé ar mhallacht mhuintir Chorcaí.

to save me from the malediction of the community of Cork;

iss ed c[h]ondaighim.”

Sin í agat m’aisce.”

that is what I ask.”

“Ná h-apair, a meic légind,” ol Cathal;

“Ná habair sin, a mhic léinn,” arsa Cathal.

“Say not that, son of learning,” said Cathal.

“bó cach liss i Mumain

“Bó gach leasa sa Mhumhain

“You will have a cow out of every yard in Munster,

ocus uinge cach comaithig,

agus uinge óir gach teaghlaigh

and an ounce from every house-owner,

la bratt cacha cille,

agus brat gach cille *duit*

together with a cloak from every church,

ocus maer dia tobach,

agus maor dá dtobhach *sin duit*

to be levied by a steward,

ocus tú fodén i m’ f[h]ail-sea ic praindiud

agus tú féin i mo chuideachtasa ag pronnadh

and you yourself shall feast in my company

oiret bé ic tabach fhiach.

oiread a bheidh *an maor* ag tobhach na bhfiacha.

as long as he is engaged in levying the dues.

Ocus do m’ debroth,” or Cathal,

Agus dar mo mhóid Dé,” arsa Cathal,

And by my God’s doom,” said Cathal,

“is ferr lemm ina fil ó iarthar co h-oirther ocus ó descert co tuaiscert Muman duit

“b’fhearr liom a bhfuil ó iarthar go hoirthear agus ó dheisceart go tuaisceart Mumhan duit

“I had rather you should have all there is from the west to the east, and from the south to the north of Munster,

oltás be[i]th adaig cen biad.”

ná bheith oíche gan bhia.”

than that I should be one night without food.”

“Ba m’ debroth,” or Mac Con Glinne,

“Dar mo mhóid Dé,” arsa Mac Conglinne,

“By my God’s doom,” said Mac Conglinne,

“ó ro-siacht do fhír flatha fris,

“ó tugadh do mhóid flatha ann

“since your princely promise was given in this,

ocus ná dlig rí Caissil tidecht taris,

agus nach ndlíonn Rí Chaisil dul thairis *sin*,

and since it is not lawful for a King of Cashel to transgress it,

dia tarta dam-sa ina fil i lLeth [Moga] Nuadat,

dá dtabharfá domsa a bhfuil i Leath Mhogha Nuat,

if all that there is in the Southern Half were given me,

nícon gébthar.

ní ghlacfainn *uait* é.

Fil trá, a ard-gaiscedaig ocus a ríg-fhénnid Eórpa, a adbar accum cen co gabar coma uait,

Go deimhin, a ardghaiscígh agus a rí-fhéinní na hEorpa, tá a ábhar agam gan chomha a ghlacadh uait,

I have good reason, you arch-warrior and king-hero of Europe, why I should not accept conditions from you;

ar ní fhil mo maín fén acht a nim

óir níl mo mhaoin féin ach ar neamh

nó i talmain nó i n-ecna nó i n-aircetal;

nó, *más* ar talamh é, in eagna nó i bhfilíocht.

or on earth, in wisdom, or in poetry.

ocus ní namá,

agus ní hamháin sin

And not alone that

ar is trumma cach ndédinach, 

— óir is troime gach scéal ina dheireadh —

— for the last thing is always the heaviest —

regut a n-iffern cen crích, cen forcend

rachaidh mé in ifreann gan chríoch gan foirceann

but I shall go to endless, limitless perdition,

mina-m s[h]aera for mallachtain muintire Corccaige.”

muna saora tusa mé ar mhallacht mhuintir Chorcaí.”

unless you save me from the curse of the monks of Cork.”

“Do-bérthar duit-siu sin,” ol Cathal,

“Béarfar *an aisce* sin duitse,” arsa Cathal,

“That shall be granted to you,” said Cathal,

“ocus ní tuccad remi

“agus níor tugadh roimhe

“and there has not been given before, 

ná i n-a diaid co bruinde brátha

ná *ní bhéarfar* ina dhiaidh go bruinne brátha

nor shall there be given hereafter to the brink of Doom,

ní as lesciu lind oltás sin.”

ní is leisce linn ná sin.”

a thing more grievous to us than that.”

Troscis Cathal in oidche-sin leis,

Throisc Cathal le Mac Conglinne an oíche sin

Cathal fasted with him that night,

ocus troscit a mboí and uli ol chena,

agus throisc a raibh ann uile chomh maith,

and all that were there fasted also.

ocus samaigis in mac légind i tulg i taeb ursainde;

agus chuir an mac léinn faoi ar tholg le taobh na hursaine

And the student lay down on a couch by the side of a door-post,

ocus iadais in tech.

agus d’iaigh sé an teach.

and closed the house.

In tan boí and i ndeód aidche,

Agus é ansin i ndeireadh na hoíche

As he lay there at the end of the night,

érgis suas Pichán mac Mo[í]le Finne.

d’éirigh Píochán mac Maoile Finne suas.

up rose Píochán, the son of Maol Finne.

“Crét érgius Pichán an inbuid-se?” or Mac Con Glinne.

“Cad chuige Píochán a éirí ag an tráth seo?” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“Why does Píochán rise at this hour?” said Mac Conglinne.

“Do dénam bíd do na slógaib-se,” ol Pichán,

“Le bia a réiteach do na sluaite seo,” arsa Píochán,

“To prepare food for these hosts,” answered Píochán,

“ocus ba ferr dún comad erlum ó ’né.”

“agus b’fhearr dúinn dá mba ullamh ó inné é.”

“and it would be better for us had it been ready since yesterday.”

“Níthó ám sin,” or Mac Con Glinne;

“Ní hea sin, go deimhin,” arsa Mac Conglinne.

“Not so, indeed,” said Mac Conglinne.

“ro t[h]roscsium arair,

“Throisceamar aréir.

precept bus lind iarum i mbárach i tossaig.”

Seanmóin a bheidh i dtosach amárach againn.”

The first thing we shall have tomorrow is preaching.”

Ocus ansit co matain.

Agus d’fhanadar *ansin* go maidin.

Uathad sochaide a mbátar,

Pé beag mór díobh ann,

Few or many as they were,

ní dechaid nech díb anund nó amach

ní dheachaigh duine díobh anonn ná amach

not one of them went out thence

co tráth érgi iar n-a bárach.

go tráth éirí arna mhárach.

until the time of rising on the morrow,

At-racht Mac Con Glinne fessin ann-side

D’éirigh Mac Conglinne féin ansin

when Mac Conglinne himself got up

ocus ro oslaic in tech.

agus d’oscail sé an teach.

and opened the house.

Ro indail a lámu

D’ionnail sé a lámha

He washed his hands,

ocus tuc a théig libair chucca

agus ghlac sé a thiachóg leabhar chuige,

took up his book-satchel,

ocus bertais a s[h]altair essi,

agus thóg sé a shaltair aisti

ocus fo-rórbart precept do na slógu.

agus thosaigh ag seanmóireacht do na sluaite.

and began preaching to the hosts.

Is ed at-fiadut senchaide ocus senóri ocus libair C[h]orccaige

Is ea adeirid seanchaithe agus seanóirí agus leabhair Chorcaí