Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition
The Metrical Dindshenchas (Author: [unknown])
- Known to me in my silent dwelling
is the pleasant tale of no false prosperity
from which is named an intricate task
Mag Luirg with its plenty of adornments.
- 5] When Conall, dread centre of strife,
dwelt with the King of Cruachu, chief in danger,
as an old man forspent
on the feeble brink of his grave,
- Conall, cunning with the stout spear,
10] caused grief in Cera's Cruachu,
when he laid low at his home northward Ailill
mac Ruaid, high in fame.
- Fierceness seized him at the tale;
he fled (it was sign of feebleness)
15] over Mag Luirg, without crime of note,
to Mag Slecht of old Brefne.
- The way to follow was known from his track
by the fleet host girt with brown blades;
so the renowned soldier fell by their hands
20] at Ath na Mianna near Magen.
- The three active Red Wolves of the Martine
quenched the sturdy strength of the famous man:
they took his head from him, whatever came of it,
in revenge for Curui mac Daire.
- 25] They bore with them among their choicest pledges
the long remembered head, into Crich Berre,
and yonder in the west it lies underground,
the dark head that once was Conall's.
- From this deed wrought by the soldiery of Carn
30] the plain received its great name:
the Cherishing of Conall, hero of a hundred songs,
is well known to me without difficulty.
- Let not my head, O pure Christ,
lie anywhile under curse and final contention!
35] my soul, my body, and my song
let them escape evil and oblivion!