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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

the Morrigan's Satire Poem

I have done another version of the Morrigan's satire poem from the Tain Bo Regamna but I thought it would be interesting to show you all the differences between the two versions. The previous one is the von Egerton version. The following is the Yellow Book of Lecan version:

  Doernais namgaib
Gaib eiti ablatutar
ie n Muirrthemne
(daruber .i. arg mag Murthemne).
Moracrat romleic diamaigi
fiachanma amanse
nach cach do arbiur
adomlig.
Ardbae aen marb
maigi Sainb (daruber .i. Ai)
Cerda croichengach
cochbith metsin glinni
lat les find fir itho is de
buaib brethai treth
tuasailc os do marai
airdde cechlastar
Cnailngi a Cuculainn fri
burach mbuaid ar
cuailgi a Cuchulainn cair.
Buidi ben basa claen
cuil arm deisi ar saegal
dian taith .i. cluas armgreta.  
- Irische Texte mit Übersetzugen und Wörterbuch 

Slave-bound you grab
Take a herd driven
Gifts of Muirrthemne
(that is noble plain of Muirrthemne)
Great misery, chief stone, mighty lamentation,
Fierce ravens
Not each to you brings
Great fearsome glory.
High-profit a unique death

the plain of Sainb (that is Ai)
Skilled each-skin
World-warring judgment glens
Half severed, bright men hunger and you
arrogant decide a herd
Above demands and your existence
Your direction, every burning 
Cuiligne, oh Cu Chulainn, towards
Furious victory from
Cuiligne, oh guilty Cu Chulainn.
Gratitude a woman unjust death
Violating weapon, hosts against a lifetime
True binding, that is hear weapons-strikes

The alternate von Egerton version is:
Doermais nomgaib
gaib eti eblatar
tairichta muirtemniu
morochrat romlec dianedim
 fiach amainsi nachach
toarbair adomling
airddhe oenmairb
maige sainb croí chengach
cocbith mestin-
glinne let leiss
finn frithoiss dobeoib
 brectith reth
tuasailg osdum arai
airdd cechlastair
cuailngne achuchuluinn.

"Low-born-foundation you grab,
 Take a herd driven,
 Eastward-blown Muirrthemne,
 Great misery, chief stone, hurrier,
 Raven fierce but not
 Bringing great floods
 Peak of fame unique death
 Plain of Sainb heart, every head
 World-warring judgment
 Half a glen severed
 Bright wild place, your life
 Deceitful arrival runs
 Over poet's-demands
 Over mound's messenger
 Your direction, every burning
Cuilnge, oh Cu Chulain..."


Copyright Morgan Daimler

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