- 'I am Suibhne, alas!
my wretched body is utterly dead,
evermore without music, without sleep,
save the soughing of the rude gale.
- I have come from Luachair Deaghaidh
to the border of Fiodh Gaibhle,
this is my fareI hide it not
- A year have I been on the mountain
in this form in which I am,
without food going into my body
save crimson holly-berries.
- The madman of Glen Bolcain am I,
I shall not hide my gnawing grief;
to-night my vigour has come to an end,
not to me is there no cause for grief.