- My curse on Suibhne!
Great is his guilt against me,
his smooth, vigorous
dart he thrust through my holy bell.
- That bell which thou hast wounded
will send thee among branches,
so that thou shalt be one with the birds
the bell of saints before saints.
- Even as in an instant went
the spear-shaft on high,
mayst thou go, O Suibhne,
in madness, without respite!
- Thou hast slain my foster-child,
thou hast reddened thy spear in him,
thou shalt have in return for it
that with a spear-point thou shalt die.
- If there should oppose me
the progeny of Eoghan with stoutness
Uradhran and Telle will send them into decay.
- Uradhran and Telle
have sent them into decay,
this is my wish for all time:
my curse with thee!
- My blessing on Eorann!
Eorann fair without decay:
through suffering without stint
my curse on Suibhne!