Mo-chean do theacht, a scadáin; druid liom, a dhaltáin uasail; do chéad beathass do shláinte, do thuillis fáilte uaimse.Dar láimh mathar, a scadáin, gé maith bradáin na Bóinne, duit do dhealbhas an dainse ós tú is uaisle s is óige. A fhir is comhghlan colann nach ndéanann comann bréige, cara mar thú ní bhfuaras; ná biom suarach fá chéile. Dá bhféachdaois uaisle Banbha. cia is mó tarbha den triúrsa: is rí ar gach iasc an scadán idir bhradán is liúsa. Is é ar bhféachain gach cósta go crích bhóchna na Gréige, iasc is uaisle ná an scadán ní bhfuair Canán Chinn tSléibhe. A scadáin shéimhe shúgaigh, a chinn chumhdaigh an Charghais, a mhic ghrádhaigh mo charad, liom is fada go dtángais.. Gé mór do thuit a-nuraidh ded ghaol bhunaidh fán méis-se, ná cuimhnigh fíoch ná fala, ós tú cara na cléire. A scadáin shailltigh shoilbhir nach bíonn go doilbhir dúinte, liomsa do theacht ní hanait, súil ar charaid an tsúilse. I dtús an Charghais chéasta, a fhir lé ndéantar comhól, ortsa, go teacht na Cásca, is mór mo ghrása s is romhór. | Hail, herring! Youve come! My noble son, come close; Your health! a hundred greetings! You well deserve our welcome.By my fathers hand, herring, though Boyne salmon are fine I made this poem for you, most noble and most fresh. Sir, whose wholesome body gives no lying promise, I have found no friend like you; let nothing mean divide us. Let Banbas best consider the worthiest of these three over salmon, over pike, Herring is the king of fish. When he studied every coast to the Greek lands ocean edge Canán Cinn tSléibhe could not find a nobler fish than the herring. Herring, gentle and jovial, our mainstay in time of Lent, my friendss favorite son, it was long until you came. Though many of your close kin fell last year across this plate, brood not in anger or spite, you, that are friend to poets. Herring, salty, serene, not shut in self or sour, your coming causes no pang! My eye rests on a friend. As tormented Lent begins, Sir (with whom we drink). for you until Easter comes my love is great and growing! (158) |