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The body which enshrines (encases)5 a religious sense (intellect)
The great form under choicest of thatches,7
The son of Diarmait, dear to me,
Should he desire it,10 it is not unpleasant (difficult):
Beloved the name, 'tis no new report (assertion)12
Of Aedh who does not deserve (earns not) reproach, ·
The grandson 14 of Muiredhach without disgrace
A cliff (rock) chosen for (of) loud-speaking dignity-
hill to hill and from cliff to cliff protecting myself against wolves) LU. Scél Tuain. roerenn gen. sg. of Roeriu, which Dr. O'Donovan told me in a letter dated 13th Feb. 1859 is “a hill in the Co. of Kildare, now generally anglicised Reerin and Reelion, from which I incline to believe that Aed son of Diarmaid was of the line of the O'Tuathails, in whose territory this hill is situate.” réde gen. sg. fem. of réid “smooth,' an adjectival i-stem.
5. comras 3d. sg. rel. pres. of a verb comraim connected with comrar (gl. capsa) Z. 842 : conn credail ! sense of a believer' (creduli).
fu thocaid thugaib : C. took tocaid as for togaid cogn, with togu choice' and tugaib as dat. pl. of tuige 'thatch,' here used for hair.' This seems to me very doubtful. 8. du farclu 'superabať a verb connected with faircle .i. fir-uachtar (Curry), rethid cosin carraic 7 dabeir a daláim ria coralai in farcli uachtarach di, LL. 171. b. 2. farclib glun (gl. genuclis) Gildas gl. 183., “kneecaps.' farcle muidi cover of a milk-pail,' Ir. Nenn. 212. As to the termination cf. ar-a-chuiliu " which depraves," Patrick's hymn, fuacru, riadu, nomarbu and perhaps mairiu supra, p. 177. 9. rather thus : “ of smooth Moistiu's lands” moisten gen. sg. of Moistiu, now Mullagh Mast in the county of Kildare : immaistin in campo liphi, Lib. Arm. 10. b. 1. mine gen. sg. fem. of min : mrugaib dat. pl. of mruig, later bruig.
10. Rather : “ should it be asked” iarfachta, conj. pass. of iarfaigim. 11. rather his praise more beautiful (maissiu) than treasures' (máenib for moenib = Lat. muneribus).
12. Rather they are not (nitat) new reports” (bla). 13. duthoig country, Gael. duthaich regio, Liphe the river Liffey.
14. aue is here and in the next line but one, a dissyllable. 15. ammail for a smail, a samail ' his like.' 16. cualann “the district be tween Bray and Wicklow" C. regiones coolennorum, Lib. Arm. 2. b. 2. The sovereignty it is his inheritance,
All good be to him of it in the highest, 17
Of the wealthy kings of Marggæ.
Against battle he is the foundation of battlements :
Of the sons of a hundred kings, a hundred queens. 20
By companies among people's houses. 22
17. no arddoe rather 'or exaltation,' arddve now airde ' height.' 18. gas sprig.' 15. Marggae now Slewmargy (Sliabh marge) in Kilkenny and Queen's County, West of the Barrow, O'Don.
19. miad soerdae a noble dignity' in apposition with bun. 20. rignae gen. pl. of a fem. i-stem rígain.
21. cormaim dat. sg. of cuirm, kovoui, a neuter n-stem. 22. drenga (?) iter (among) dreppa (?) daena (?): drenga and dreppa are perhaps loans (A.S. drince 'potus,' drepe, drype 'a blow'). 23. arbertet cf. airbert .i. airshetal : bairdni, nom. pl. of bairdne a derivative from bard, means here apparently not · bard' but • bardic compositions': bindi nom. pl. masc. of bind melodious,' an adjectival i-stem. 24. laith-linni alepools,' acc. pl.
The two quatrains marked II, are part of a longer poem found in the Book of Leinster, the Book of Ballymote, fo. 140 b, a. line 28, “transcribed there," writes the late Eugene Curry, “ from the Book of Glenndaloch," the Book of Lismore, Part II, fol. 23, a. a. and the Bodleian codex, Laud 610. Here follows the copy from the Book of Leinster:
As he, Molling, was once praying in his church he saw the youth (coming) to him into the house. Purple raiment around him and a dignified form had he.
" That is well, O cleric,” saith he. “Amen,” saith Molling. “Wherefore dost thou not bless me?” asks the youth. “Who art thou ?? quoth Molling. “I,” says he, “am Christ the Son of God.” “That cannot be,” says Molling : “when Christ used to come to converse with the servants of God (Culdees), not in purple nor royally did he come, but in the shapes of the wretched, namely, of the sick and the lepers, used Christ to be.” “Is it unbelief thou hast in me?" says the youth : “who seems it to thee that is here ?” “Meseems,” says Molling, “ that it is the Devil for my hurt.” “Ill for thee is thy unbelief,” says the youth. “Well,” says Molling, “ here is thy successor, Christ's gospel,” raising the gospel. “ Raise it not, О cleric,” says he, “likelier it is I whom thou thinkest, the man full of tribulations.” “Wherefore hast thou come? asked Molling. “That thou mayst give me thy blessing." "I will not give it,” says Molling, “ for it is not a desire that thou wouldst be
the better of. What good were it to thee moreover ?” “cleric,” says he, "just as if thou shouldst go into a vat of honey and bathe therein with thy raiment, the odour of it would be on thee unless thou shouldst wash thy raiment.” “Wherefore is this thy desire ?" asks Molling. “It is” (says he), “ though thou givest nought of thy blessing to me, its prosperity and its goodness will be on me externally outside.” - Thou shalt not have it,” says Molling, “ for it is not (thy) desire.” 6 Well then” says he, "give me the full of a curse.” “Wherefore wishest thou this ?” says Molling. “Not hard to say, 0 cleric," says he, “the mouth whereon would come the curse on me, its hurt and its poison will be on thy lips.” “Go,” says Molling, “no blessing deservest thou.” “ Better were it for me that I should earn it. How shall I attain it ?” “ Service unto God,” says Molling. “Woe's me,” says he, “I bear not this.” “A.... of reading.” “No more thy reading, and this helps me not.” “Fasting then,” says Molling. “I am fasting from the world's beginning. Not the better am I." " Prostrations to make," quoth Molling. “I cannot bend forward, for backwards are my knees.” “Go forth,” says Molling, “I cannot save thee.” Then said the Devil :
He is pure gold, he is a heaven round the sun,
He is a vessel of silver full of wine,
He is a bird round which a trap shuts,
He is a leaky bark in dangerous peril,
He is a sweet branch, with its blossom,
He is a vessel which is full of honey,
He is a blind nut, wherein is no profit,
He is a stinking rottenness, he is a withered tree,
Every one who doth not the will of the King..
He is a brilliant sun round which is summer,
He is a vessel glassen, pure.
(The) man who strives for (the) kingdom of great God,
Which wins a prize from bridles of gold.
The man for whom the great King is thankful :
“Gobbanight, with it a fort' in Teedingly obse
He is an altar whereon wine is shed,
Round which is chanted a multitude of choruses,
He is white findruine, he is gold. The third poem is, to me, exceedingly obscure. It seems to mean, “ There remains a fort in Tuaim Inbir, ........ with its stars last night, with its sun, with its moon.
“Gobban made that: let its story be perceived by you: my heartlet, God of heaven, he is the thatcher that thatched it.
"A house wherein thou gettest not moisture; a place wherein thou fearest not spearpoints. More radiant it is than a garden, and it without an udnacht around it."
The Suibne Geilt (lunatic) mentioned in the title to the third poem is said to have gone mad at the Battle of Moira. He “ was many years afterwards murdered at Tigh Moling, now St. Mullens in the county of Carlow, by Mongan, the swineherd of S. Molling, and was interred with great honours in the church there by the saint himself.”—Battle of Magh Rath, ed. O'Donovan, p. 236 n. The 'Gobban' in the fifth line is the celebrated Gubban Saer of Irish tradition, who flourished in the seventh century, and made a duirthech (oratory) for S. Moling—see Petrie's Round Towers, pp. 345, 401, and Lives of Cambrobritish Saints, p. 247.
4 Any merit in the translation of this poem is due to the late Eugene Curry.
• An ecclesiastical establishment in Westmeath, according to Mr. Hennessy.
THE VERSES IN THE CODEX BOERNERIANUS. fo. 23.]
Translation. “ To go to Rome is much of trouble, little of profit. The King whom thou seekest here, unless thou bring him with thee thou findest not.
Great folly, great madness, great loss of sense, great folly, since thou hast proposed (?) to go to death, to be under the unwill of Mary's Son.”
From a facsimile given by Matthaei in his XIII epistolarum Pauli Codex, 1791, fo. 23. They have already been printed with a translation, by Dr. Reeves, in the Irish Ecclesiastical Journal, v. 138. In the third line the facsimile has INrí chondaigi .n. hifoss, the dot over n being the punctum delens.