- O Loingseachan, thou art irksome,
I have not leisure to speak with thee,
Ronan does not let me trust thee;
'tis he who has put me in a sorry plight.
- I made the luckless cast
from the midst of the battle at Ronan;
it pierced the precious bell
which was on the cleric's breast.
- As I hurled the splendid cast
from the midst of the battle at Ronan,
said the fair cleric: 'Thou hast leave
to go with the birds.'
- Thereafter I sprang up
into the air above;
in life I have never leaped
a single leap that was lighter.
- Were it in the glorious morning,
on the Tuesday following the Monday,
none would be prouder than I am
by the side of a warrior of my folk.
- A marvel to me is that which I see,
O Thou that hast shaped this day;
The woman's garment on the floor,
two piercing eyes of Loingseachan.