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Buile Suibhne (Author: [unknown])

paragraph 45

    1. Gloomy this life,
      to be without a soft bed,
      abode of cold frost,
      roughness of wind-driven snow.
    2. Cold, icy wind,
      faint shadow of a feeble sun,
      shelter of a single tree,
      on the summit of a table-land.
    3. Enduring the rain-storm,
      stepping over deer-paths,(?)
      faring through greensward
      on a morn of grey frost.
    4. The bellowing of the stags
      throughout the wood,
      the climb to the deer-pass,
      the voice of white seas.
    5. Yea, O great Lord,
      great this weakness,
      more grievous this black sorrow,
      Suibhne the slender-groined.
    6. Racing over many-hued gaps
      of Boirche of hut couches,
      the sough of the winter night,
      footing it in hailstones.
    7. Lying on a wet bed
      on the slopes of Loch Erne,
      mind on early departure,
      morn of early rising.
    8. Racing over the wave-tops
      of Dun Sobairce,
      ear to the billows
      of Dun Rodairce.
    9. Running from this great wave
      to the wave of the rushing Barrow,
      sleeping on a hard couch
      of fair Dun Cermna.
    10. From fair Dun Cermna
      to flowery Benn Boirne,
      ear against a stone pillow
      of rough Cruachan Oighle.


    11. Restless my wandering
      in the plain of the Boroma,
      from Benn Iughoine
      to Benn Boghaine.
    12. There has come to me
      one who has laid hands on me,
      she has brought no peace to me,
      the woman who has dishonoured me.
    13. She has taken my portion
      on account of my sins,
      wretched the work—
      my watercress has been eaten.
    14. Watercress I pluck,
      food in a fair bunch,
      four round handfuls
      of fair Glen Bolcain.
    15. A meal I seek—
      pleasant the bogberry,
      a drink of water here
      from the well of Ronan Finn.
    16. Bent are my nails,
      feeble my loins,
      pierced my feet,
      bare my thighs.
    17. There will overtake me
      a warrior-band stubbornly,
      far from Ulster,
      faring in Alba.

    18. p.97

    19. After this journeymdash;
      sad is my secret songmdash;
      to be in the hard company
      of Carraig Alastair.
    20. Carraig Alastair,
      abode of sea-gulls,
      sad, O Creator,
      chilly for its guests.
    21. Carraig Alastair,
      bell-shaped rock,
      sufficient were it half the height,
      nose to the main.
    22. Sad our meeting;
      a couple of cranes hard-shanked—
      I hard and ragged,
      she hard-beaked.
    23. Wet these beds
      wherein is my dwelling,
      little did I think
      it was a rock of holiness.
    24. Bad was it for Congal Claon
      that he arrived at the battle;
      like an outer yoke
      he has earned a curse.
    25. When I fled
      from the battle of Magh Rath
      before my undoing,
      I deserved not harshness.

    26. p.99

    27. Sad this expedition;
      would that I had not come!
      far from my home
      is the country I have reached.
    28. Loingseachan will come,
      sad his journeys;
      though he follow me,
      it will not be easy.
    29. Far-stretching woods
      are the rampart of this circuit—
      the land to which I have come—
      not a deed of sadness.
    30. The black lake of fortressed Boirche
      greatly has it perturbed me;
      the vastness of its depths,
      the strength of its wave-crests.
    31. Better found I
      pleasant woods,
      choice places of wooded Meath,
      the vastness of Ossory.
    32. Ulaidh in harvest-time
      about quivering Loch Cuan,
      a summer visit
      to the race of enduring Eoghan.
    33. A journey at Lammastide
      to Taillten of fountains,
      fishing in springtime
      the meandering Shannon.

    34. p.101

    35. Often do I reach
      the land I have set in order,
      curly-haired hosts,
      stern ridges.