BĂĄs an Toirc
BĂĄs an Toirc
Do shĂn an chamhaoir a breacmhĂ©ara geala â iad ag dul amach ag fiach, conairt â fir: clann Chormaic â OdaisĂ©as crĂłga ina measc. An t-uchtach gan oiriseamh faoi bhrat na gcrann chuig foithreacha gaofara Bhinne Ghulbain. Do bhuail an ghrian Ășr na goirt ar dheisiĂșr na bĂłchna ollmhĂłire, mĂn domhain a rith. Do thĂĄngadar go luath go gleann â i dtosach an chonairt ar lorg â ag teacht ina ndiaidh clann Chormaic â OdaisĂ©as crĂłga ina measc, Ă© gar dona gadhair, ga dearg ina lĂĄmh. Ansin i ndlĂșthmhuine, do luigh torc mĂłr. NĂor thĂĄinig trĂthi fuinneamh tais na ngaoth nĂor bhuail Ă© ach oiread ga buĂ na grĂ©ine nĂor shĂĄigh an bhĂĄisteach an mhoing thiubh ansin â istigh ann do bhĂ an duilliĂșr i gcarn mĂłr. Timpeall anois siansĂĄn na bhfear â na gcon â iad ag teacht i gcongar. Do sheas a fhĂłd, lasracha tine ina shĂșile â colg air, do sheas os a gcomhair â in araicis OdaisĂ©is: a ruathar, ga fada i lĂĄmh lĂĄidir chun ionsaĂ ach do ghoin an torc ar dtĂșs Ă© Ăłs cionn na glĂșine leis a starr; do strĂłic feoil le slisne cliathĂĄnach, gan teacht ar an gcnĂĄmh, ach do bhuail OdaisĂ©as sa ghualainn deas Ă©. Do chuaigh an rinn geal dĂreach trĂd â do thit an torc ar an gcrĂ©. Do lig gĂ©im â d'Ă©ag.
The Death of the Boar
The hunter stretched out his bright spear and they were going out hunting, a gathering of men: the children of Cormac and brave Odysseus among them. The hunter without hesitation under the cloak of the trees towards the misty springs of Binne Ghulbain. The fresh sun struck the fields at dawn of the great, smooth pastures, deep running. They arrived early at the glen and at the start of the hunt, following and coming behind the children of Cormac and brave Odysseus among them, close to the hounds, a red spear in his hand. Then in close formation, a great boar lay down. Neither did the energy of the gentle winds come nor did it strike the yellow sun nor did the rain soak the thick moss there and inside it was the foliage in a great heap. Around now the barking of the men and the dogs and they were coming in a pack. He stood his ground, flames of fire in his eyes and a collar on him, he stood before them and in the presence of Odysseus: a charge, a long spear in a strong hand to attack but the boar gored him first above the knee with his tusk; he sliced flesh with a winged slice, not reaching the bone, but Odysseus struck him on the right shoulder. The bright spear went straight through and fell the boar on the ground. A cry was let out and he died.