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Anbthine mór ar muig Lir (Author: [unknown])

section 2

  1. 1] A great tempest upon the plain of Ler7
    2] bold across its high borders
    3] Wind has arisen8
    4] fierce winter has slain us,
    5] it has come across the sea

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  3. 6] The work of the plain — the great plain of Ler —
    7] has brought trouble upon our great host.
    8] Save something greater than all, no less,
    9] what is there more marvellous than
    10] the incomparable great story?9
  4. 11] When the wind sets from the east,
    12] the spirit of the wave is roused,
    13] So that it desires to go past us westward
    14] to the land where sets the sun
    15] To the rough and broad green sea.
  5. 16] When the wind sets from the north,
    17] it urges the dark10 fierce waves
    18] Towards the southern world,
    19] surging in strife against the white sky,
    20] Listening to the
    [...]
    11 song.

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  7. 21] When the wind sets from the west
    22] across the salt sea of swift currents,
    23] It desires to go past us eastward
    24] to the sun-tree
    [...]
    12
    25] Into the broad long distant sea.
  8. 26] When the wind sets from the south
    27] across the land of Saxons of mighty shields,
    28] The wave strikes the Isle of Scit,13
    29] it has gone to the point of Caladnet14
    30] And pounds the grey-green mouth of the Shannon.
  9. 31] The ocean is in flood, the sea is full,
    32] delightful is the home of ships,
    33] The sandy wind has made whirls
    34] around the River-mouth of the Two Showers,15
    35] Swiftly the rudder cleaves the broad sea.16

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  11. 36] This is not cosy, a rough sleep ... ,
    37] with fierce triumph, with angry strife,
    38] The swan's colour17 covers
    39] the son of Mil18 with his people
    40] The tresses of Manannan's wife19 are tossed about.
  12. 41] The wave has tumbled with mighty force
    42] across each dark broad river-mouth.
    43] Wind has come, white winter has slain us,
    44] around Cantire, around the land of Alba20
    45] Sliab-Dremon21 pours forth a full stream.
  13. 46] Son of God the Father, with vast hosts,
    47] save me from the horror of fierce tempests!
    48] Righteous Lord of the Feast,22
    49] only save me from the horrid blast,23
    50] From Hell with high tempest!24