Then Cathbad said:
Cathbad
- In the receptacle of your womb there cried out
A woman of yellow hair with yellow curls,
With comely, grey-blue irised (?) eyes.
Her purplish-pink cheeks [are like] foxglove;
To the color of snow I compare
The spotless treasure of her set of teeth.
Lustrous [are] her scarlet-red (?) lips—
A woman for whom there will be many slaughters
Among the chariot-fighters of Ulster.
There screams in your womb which bellows
A woman, fair, tall [and] long-haired,
Concerning whom champions will contend,
Concerning whom high kings will ask.
They will be in the west with oppressive bodies of troops (?),
Supported (?) by the province of Conchobor.
Her scarlet-red lips will be
About her pearly teeth—
Against whom high queens will be jealous,
Against her matchless, faultless form.