Moling:An early hour is it, thou madman,
for due celebration.Suibhne:Though to thee, cleric, it may seem early,
terce has come in Rome.
Moling:How dost thou know, mad one,
when terce comes in Rome?Suibhne:Knowledge comes to me from my Lord
each morn and each eve.Moling:Relate through the mystery of speech
tidings of the fair Lord.Suibhne:With thee is the (gift of) prophecy
if thou art Moling.Moling:How dost thou know me,
thou toiling, cunning madman?Suibhne:Often have I been upon this green
since my reason was overthrown.Moling:Why dost thou not settle in one place,
thou son of Colman Cuar?Suibhne:I had rather be in one seat
in life everlasting.Moling:Miserable one, will thy soul reach
hell with vastness of slime?Suibhne:God inflicts no pain on me
save being without rest.Moling:Move hither that thou mayest eat
what thou deemest sweet.Suibhne:If you but knew, cleric,
more grievous is it to be without a cloak.Moling:Thou shalt take my cowl
or thou shalt take my smock.Suibhne:Though to-day I am ghastly,
there was a time when it, was better.
Moling:Art thou the dreaded Suibhne
who came from the battle of Rath?Suibhne:If I am, 'tis not to be guaranteed
what I might eat at early morn'.Moling:Whence has come my recognition,
cunning madman, to thee?Suibhne:Often am I upon this green
watching thee from afar.Moling:Delightful is the leaf of this book,
the psalter of holy Kevin.Suibhne:More delightful is a leaf of my yew
in happy Glen Bolcain.Moling:Dost thou not deem this churchyard pleasant
with its school of beautiful colours?Suibhne:Not more unpleasant was my muster
the morning at Magh Rath.Moling:I will go for celebration
to Glais Cille Cro.Suibhne:I will leap a fresh ivy-bush
a high leap, and it will be a greater feat.Moling:Wearisome is it to me in this church
waiting on the strong and weak.Suibhne:More wearisome is my couch
in chilly Benn Faibhni.Moling:Where comes thy life's end,
in church or lake?Suibhne:A herd of thine
will slay me at early morn.