Suibhne
- The man by the wall snores,
slumber like that I dare not;
for seven years from the Tuesday at Magh Rath
I have not slept a wink.- O God of Heaven! would that I had not gone
to the fierce battle!
thereafter Suibhne Geilt was my name,
alone in the top of the ivy.- Watercress of the well of Druim Cirb
is my meal at terce;
on my face may be recognized its hue,
'tis true I am Suibhne Geilt.- For certain am I Suibhne Geilt,
one who sleeps under shelter of a rag,
about Sliabh Liag if ...
these men pursue me.- When I was Suibhne the sage,
I used to dwell in a lonely shieling,
on sedgy land, on a morass, on a mountain-side;
I have bartered my home for a far-off land.- I give thanks to the King above
with whom great harshness is not usual;
'tis the extent of my injustice
that has changed my guise.- Cold, cold for me is it
since my body lives not in the ivy-bushes,
much rain comes upon it
and much thunder.- Though I live from hill to hill
in the mountain above the yew glen;
in the place where Congal Claon was left
alas that I was not left there on my back!- Frequent is my groan,
far from my churchyard is my gaping house;
I am no champion but a needy madman,
God has thrust me in rags, without sense.- 'Tis great folly
for me to come out of Glen Bolcain,
there are many apple-trees in Glen Bolcain
for ... of my head.- Green watercress
and a draft of pure water,
I fare on them, I smile not,
not so the man by the wall.- In summer amid the herons of Cuailgne,
among packs of wolves when winter comes,
at other times under the crown of a wood;
not so the man by the wall.- Happy Glen Bolcain,
fronting the wind, around which madmen of the glen call,
woe is me! I sleep not there;
more wretched am I than the man by the wall.