Kiss me with your mouth's sweet kisses,
kiss me with your lips of honey;
kiss my soul out of my body,
kiss my mind out of my head!
The world is drowned by each of your sweet kisses,
and from their flood I never shall ascend.

Your consuming love is better
than your wine and even stronger,
your anointing oils are fragrant,
and your name is oil poured out:
therefore the maidens love you, and their bodies
must yearn for yours as mine is yearning now.

Draw me after you, and hurry!
Now the King has led me to the
secret chambers of his palace;
there we will rejoice in you.
We will extol your love with words unspoken;
the maidens love you, and the maids are right! –

I am dark, but I am comely,
daughters of Jerusalem; I'm
like the lofty tents of Kedar,
like the cloaks of Solomon.
Don't gaze at me because I am so swarthy;
the sun has scorched me with her burning rays.

In their jealousy my sisters
made me keeper of their vineyards;
so I kept my sisters' vineyards,
and I couldn't keep my own!
Oh tell me, lover, where your flocks will pasture;
I shall not go with any other flock.

You don't know it, fairest woman?
Only follow in the sheep-tracks,
and your kids shall gaily pasture
at the peaceful shepherds' tents;
and I will lead you to the bed of roses
and cover you with petals of their flow'rs.

You are like the mare of Pharao,
and your cheeks are ornamented
and your neck with strings of jewels,
and your hands with precious rings;
we'll make you ornaments of gold, my lover,
and stud them with the silver of my shield.

While the King was on his couch, my
nard gave forth its heavy fragrance.
My beloved, my sweet lover
is to me a bag of myrrh
that lies between my breasts; he is a cluster
of henna blossoms on the vineyards' hills.

You are beautiful, my lover,
and like doves your eyes are shining,
you are beautiful, my lover,
you are beautiful, my love.
Our couch is green, our beams are made of cedar,
the rafters of our house are made of pine. –

I'm a rose, a rose of Sharon,
I'm a lily of the valleys!
As a lily twixt the brambles
is my love amongst the maids.
And as an apple tree amongst the bushes
is my beloved one amongst the men.

I was sitting in his shadow,
and his fruit was sweet and juicy;
then he brought me to the banquet,
and his banner was his love.
Sustain me with your raisins, with your apples
refresh my lips, for I am sick with love!

Let his left hand hold my head, and
let his right hand feel my heartbeat!
I adjure you, all you lovely
daughters of Jerusalem,
by all gazelles and hinds upon the mountains:
don't wake her up until my love will rise! –

'tis the voice of my beloved:
lo, behold! He comes; he's leaping
like gazelles upon the mountains -
a gazelle is he, a stag!
Behold, he's standing there behind the windows,
he's looking through the lattice of his vines!

My beloved speaks and calls me:
'Rise, my love, and come away now;
winter's past, the rain is over,
and the flowers grow again.
The time has come of singing and rejoicing,
the turtledove is heard throughout the land.

'Figs are growing on the fig tree,
and the vines are now in blossom
and give forth their lovely fragrance;
rise, my love, and come away!
Let's go away to see the pinkish lotus,
the egrets and the swans upon my lake.

'On the rocks and in the covert
let me see your face and hear your
voice, because your face is comely,
and your voice is sweet to me.
Let's catch the foxes lest they spoil the vineyards,
because the vineyards blossomed on the hills!' -

Mine, all mine is my beloved,
and I'm his: I graze in lilies.
Wait until the day is breathing,
wait until the shadows flee
and turn, my love: a stag on rugged mountains,
or a gazelle that runs across the field. -

On my bed by night I sought him
whom my soul is dearly loving,
but I found him not; no answer
gave my lover when I called.
I'll rise now, and I'll go about the city
to seek him whom my soul so dearly loves.

Finally the watchmen found me
as they went about the city.
Have you seen him, have you seen him,
whom my soul so dearly loves?
And I had scarcely passed them when I found him:
I found the one my soul so dearly loves.

And I held him - I will never
let him leave my side again now!
I adjure you, all you lovely
daughters of Jerusalem,
by all gazelles and hinds upon the mountains:
don't wake her up until my love will rise! –

Like a willow is your body,
your two shoulders are like bucklers,
and your back is like a lofty
sheaf upon a golden field
with apples of my orchard at its bottom,
your legs are palms the western wind has shaped.

Yet the beauty of your eyes must
match the beauty of my body.
Beauty is a thing created
by the sight and by the eyes:
without the eyes and mind to worship Beauty,
a beauty can't be seen as beautiful.

In his fields the sun was rising,
beautifying every body,
and he held me, and he dropped his
mantle in the flower bed:
his purple sank between the opened lilies,
and wet with dewdrops comes King Solomon. –

What is that? What is that coming,
from the wilderness ascending
like a cloud of smoke that's perfumed
with sweet myrrh and frankincense,
with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
It is the litter of King Solomon!

There are sixty men about it,
sixty mighty sons of Israel,
girt with swords and brave in battle
with the sword beside their thigh
against alarms by night in case a subject
might be opposed to his self-righteous reign!

See his palanquin that's made from
wood of Lebanon, its curtains,
see its posts of shiny silver
and its back of purest gold,
its purple seat Jerusalem's best daughters
have wrought within for their beloved King!

Forth, oh Zion's lovely daughters,
for the King, the King is coming!
Forth, oh Zion's lovely daughters,
and behold King Solomon!
He wears the crown with which his mother crowned him
upon the happy day that he was wed! –

You are beautiful, my lover!
Like the doves your eyes are looking
through your veil, your smile is Heaven
and your hair a flock of goats
that's moving down the steepest slopes of Gilead,
your teeth are white and shiny like shorn ewes.

Like the finest threads of scarlet
are your lips, your mouth is lovely,
and your cheeks look like the halves of
pomegranates through your veil,
your neck is like the tower of King David,
and thousand bucklers hang upon its walls.

Your two breasts are like two sparrows
or gazelles between the lilies,
and until the day is breathing,
and until the shadows flee
I'll hie me to the vineyards on the mountain
of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

You are fair, my love; come with me
from the dreadful dens of lions,
from the mountains of the leopards,
come with me from Lebanon!
I'll love you in the shadow of my vineyards;
come with me, love, away from Lebanon! –

Sister, Love, my heart is ravished
by my bride; my heart is ravished
by a jewel of your necklace,
by a glance of your bright eyes!
Your love is sweet, my sister, and much better
than wine or fragrance of a spice or oil!

And your lips distil rich nectar,
from your tongue wells milk and honey,
and the fragrance of your garments
is the scent of Lebanon;
my sister is a garden locked forever,
my bride, my lover is a fountain sealed.

Love, your shoots are like an orchard
full of pomegranates, henna,
myrrh and aloes, nard and saffron,
cinnamon and calamus:
a garden fountain and a well of water,
a flowing stream that comes from Lebanon! –

Wake, awake, ye gentle north winds!
Come, oh come, ye tender south winds!
Blow upon my blooming garden,
waft its fragrances abroad!
Let my beloved come to see my garden,
and let her eat its best and choicest fruits. –

Here I come to see my garden,
bride, beloved sister, and I
eat my honeycomb with honey,
and I gather myrrh with spice.
I drink my wine with milk; drink deeply, lovers,
and eat, my friends, until the sun goes down! –

While I slept my heart was waking.
Hark! My love is gently knocking:
Open up, my love, my sister,
open up, my perfect one!
My head and locks are wet with nightly dewdrops,
so open up, my dove, and let me in!

I had long put off my garment -
should I put it on again now?
I had bathed my feet in perfume -
should I soil them on the floor?
My lover reached the latch, he reached the handle,
and thrilled within my body was my heart.

So I rose, I rose to open
to my lover, and my fingers
dripped with myrrh upon the handles,
dripped with myrrh upon the bolt.
I opened, but I found that my beloved
had turned and gone and left me on my own.

As I spoke, my soul was failing,
as I sought, I couldn't find him,
as I called, he gave no answer,
but the watchmen found me soon:
they beat and wounded me outside the temple
and took my veil, those watchmen on the walls.

Let me see your face, beloved!
Let me hear your voice, my lover!
I adjure you, all you lovely
daughters of Jerusalem,
if you should find my fairest, my beloved,
to tell my lover I am sick with love!

What has he that other lovers
haven't got, you fairest woman?
What has he that other lovers
haven't got, you lovely maid?
What is your lover more than other lovers,
that you adjure us at this time of night?

He is radiant and ruddy
and distinguished amongst thousands.
Wavy are his locks, as ravens
black, his eyes are like the doves
beside the springs of everflowing waters;
they're bright and bathed in milk and fitly set.

His two cheeks are beds of spices
which give forth their yielding fragrance,
and his lips are blooming lilies
which distil the liquid myrrh,
his arms are rounded gold and set with jewels,
his body is a precious iv'ry work.

Columns made of alabaster
are his legs, and his appearance
is like Lebanon's high cedars,
sweet as honey is his speech,
his body wakes desire: this is my lover,
my friend, oh daughters of Jerusalem!

Whither has he gone, oh noblest,
oh you fairest of all woman?
Whither has your sweet beloved
turned, princess of all the maids?
We will spread out and seek your lost beloved,
we will spread out and seek the man of men.

He went down to see his garden
and to see the beds of spices
and to gather blooming lilies
and to graze his merry flock.
I'm my beloved's, mine is my beloved;
his flock shall graze in lilies every day!

You're as beautiful as Tirzah,
oh my love, and you're as comely
as Jerusalem and dreadful
as an army of the foe!
But turn your eyes away from me, beloved,
for they disturb me, they confuse my mind.

You are beautiful, my lover!
Like the doves your eyes are looking
through your veil, your smile is heaven
and your hair a flock of goats
that's moving down the steepest slopes of Gilead,
your teeth are white and shiny like shorn ewes.

Like the finest threads of scarlet
are your lips, your mouth is lovely,
and your cheeks look like the halves of
pomegranates through your veil.
Your neck is like the tower of King David,
and thousand bucklers hang upon its walls.

Sixty queens I have and eighty
concubines and lovely maidens
without number, but the perfect
one, my dove, is only one:
the maidens saw her, and they called her happy,
the queens and concubines are praising her.

Who is that? Who is that looking
forth like dawn on summer mornings,
from the distant hills ascending
like an island from the sea,
fair as the moon and bright as beaming sunlight
and dreadful as the banner of a host?

Through the orchard of my nuts I
went to see the valley's blossoms,
whether my sweet vines had budded,
saw the pomegranates' bloom;
my fancy's chariot took me to Egypt,
to my beloved prince before his time. –

Come and join me, come and join me,
come and join me, Queen of Darkness,
Come and join me, come and join me,
come and join me, Shulamite!
My house is busy, yet my bed is empty,
so come and join me with your tender love!

If I join you, if I join you,
if I join you, King of Pleasures,
if I join you, if I join you,
if I join you, Solomon:
if I should join you in your blooming gardens,
my King, what do you want your Queen to do?

If you join me, if you join me,
if you join me, Queen of Darkness,
if you join me, if you join me,
if you join me, Shulamite,
if you should join me in my house, I want you
to dance the Seven Veils before my slaves! -

Graceful are your feet in sandals,
queenly maiden, when you're walking,
and your rounded thighs are jewels,
cut by some great master's hand;
your lap is like a bowl that's never lacking
sweet wine, your thighs are smooth and dark as palms.

Like a heap of wheat, encircled
with white lilies is your belly,
your two breasts like fawns are playing,
like the twins of young gazelles;
your slender neck is like an iv'ry tower,
and like the pools of Heshbon are your eyes.

And your nose is like the lofty
tow'r of Lebanon that proudly
crowns and overlooks Damascus,
like Mount Carmel is your head,
your flowing locks are like the royal purple:
held captive in their tresses is a king!

Fair and pleasant is your body:
you're as stately as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters,
like its leaves your slender arms,
and I shall climb the palm tree in the morning
and there take hold of every single branch.

May your breasts be like the clusters
of the vines that I am growing,
may the scent of spicy apples
be the sister of your breath,
and may like golden wine your gentle kisses
go down the palate, pleasing lips and teeth.

I'm the love of my beloved,
I'm his longing and desire;
let us go and see the village
and the flower-covered fields,
the sunrise on your dew-enveloped meadows,
and in your golden vineyards let us see

Whether your sweet vines have budded,
whether your grape blossoms opened
and your pomegranates burgeon:
there I'll give my love to you.
The mandrakes spread their fragrance, and all over
our doors I hung the choicest fruits for you. -

Lover, if you were my brother,
we'd have shared the breasts and kisses;
if I'd meet you, I would kiss you,
and I would not be despised!
I'd give you wine to drink and fragrant spices,
I'd give my sweetest pomegranates' juice.

Let his left hand hold my head, and
let his right hand feel my heartbeat!
I adjure you, all you lovely
daughters of Jerusalem,
by all gazelles and hinds upon the mountains:
don t wake her up until my love will rise! –

Who is that? Who is that coming
from the wilderness, who's leaning
there upon her own beloved?
By the apple tree you woke;
oh, set me as a seal upon your heart now,
and set me as a seal upon your arm!

Love is strong as Death, but lasting,
jealousy as cruel as barrows,
like a fiery flame its flashes,
like a dried-up well its trace.
A man who wins the world with all its pleasures
gains nothing, nothing if he has no love!

Love and Death can't be resisted:
they might come on time and softly
touch you like a falling feather -
very often, they do not!
No floods can ever drown the love, no waters
can ever quench the love a lover has.

Brothers, look: our little sister
is a willow at the river
and a lily in the blooming
garden, and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our beloved sister
upon the day that she'll be spoken for?

If she is a wall, we'll crown her
with a battlement of silver,
if she is a door, with cedar
we'll enclose her shiny wood.
I am a wall, my breasts are like its towers,
and so I please my gentle lover's eyes.

Solomon once had a vineyard,
and he let it to his keepers:
for its fruit a thousand silver
pieces each one had to bring -
but from my own, my King may have the thousand,
two hundred each the keepers of its fruits.

You who dwells in fruitful gardens,
my companions are around me,
and they listen for your tender
voice; oh let me hear it now!
Make haste, beloved, on the mount of spices,
and run like a gazelle, a fleeing stag!

The Fatal Love-Spot

1. The Wedding

Hundred grooms prepared the stables,
hundred servants spread the bedding,
hundred maidens laid the tables,
hundred brewers sent their bill;
a thousand guests were coming to the wedding
of Finn and Grainne on the Holy Hill.

From the rocky coast of Kerry,
from the plains of Connemara,
from the murky woods of Derry,
from the hills and vales of Meath
the noblemen and ladies came to Tara,
while champions left the sword-blade in the sheath.

When the High King led his daughter
to the Fianna's chief whose power
could be felt in peace and slaughter,
Finn took Dorraing to the side:
'You've told the truth - she is the fairest flower
of Erin's gardens and a worthy bride!'

But when Grainne saw him staring
at her body, smiling smugly,
she was instantly declaring
her dislike for Dorraing's plan:
'You've lied to me - he's old and grey and ugly,
and I shall never lie beside this man!'

Grainne had a reputation
for her wit, and it was rumoured
that in any situation
her reply would be the best;
as Finn was fond of riddles and good-humoured,
he challenged her and put her to the test.

'What bites more than a bad habit?'
'That's a cursed man's apprehension.'
'Who hears better than a rabbit?',
and she said: 'A man who's blind.'
'What alters faster than a good intention?',
and Grainne answered him: 'A woman's mind.'

On the lawn the harpist gently
touched the strings and sang of Beauty,
long-legged waitresses intently
served the bacon and the ale,
and while the fools and jugglers did their duty,
Finn entertained his guests with many a tale.

But the ladies' eyes were resting
on the champion with the bonnet
while the girls and maids were jesting,
and the men were even worse;
Finn realised their interest in the bonnet
and spoke of Diarmait's life and of his curse.

'Once in Angus' famous houses
I was feasting with some other
champions, with their friends and spouses
and with Diarmait's father Donn,
while Diarmait played some games with his small brother,
his father's steward's and his mother's son.

'Suddenly the hounds were fighting
o'er the meat - they were frustrated,
they were growling, scratching, biting,
each one raged, and each one bled;
among the hounds, as they were separated,
we found the steward's son, and he was dead.

'But we found no tooth-mark on his
corpse, no sign of any hassle
with the hounds, no bruise upon his
body, on his back or side;
I took a chess-board and a golden vessel
of water to discover how he died.

'It was shown that he was playing
near the hounds, but soon he noted
their bad blood as they were baying,
and he fled among the trees.
Donn saw him running through his legs; he gloated
and crushed the little boy between his knees.

'With a druid-rod the father
touched the corpse, mournfully sighing,
and it turned into a rather
huge and fright'ning earless boar:
„Kill Diarmait when he's strongest, and the dying
hero shall kill you as you'll kill before!"

'He is wild and evil-tempered,
and destruction is his feature,
he knocks down the strongest rampart,
and he makes the Fianna blush:
the earless boar is Erin's fiercest creature
and kills two hundred champions in a rush!

'Diarmait grew and joined the forces
of the King - no foot is lighter
than his own, he tames mad horses,
and his spear would never miss;
he is the Fianna's most inventive fighter,
and only four are stronger than he is.

'Once we met a man - a poet,
as he claimed; he told a riddle,
and he asked me would I know it,
and I found the puzzle's keys.
„A feast's prepared for you right in the middle
of Lochlann's woods among the Quicken Trees."

'Four men came with me. The pleasant
house was empty and the stable,
but there was some fruit and pheasant,
and a fragrant fire did burn;
our host had spread soft sheets around the table,
so we sat down, awaiting his return.

'Soon the fire stank to heaven,
while the food decayed, and banished
was our joy; instead of seven
open gates there was one door,
and it was locked - the precious sheets had vanished,
and we were sitting on the naked floor.

'So we tried to leave, but found that
we were paralysed; frustrated,
by King Miodac's host surrounded,
we were fastened to the ground,
and so we sounded the Dord Fiann and waited,
because we knew the Fianna was around.

'Fighting bravely to deliver
us from Miodac's foul enchantment,
they were cornered at the river,
even though they struggled well;
then Diarmait came, took over the commandment,
and with the traitor's blood he broke the spell.

'Conan said, as he was near him:
„Bring the food he was preparing!",
but, pretending not to hear him,
Diarmait stopped and took a rest.
„I wish I was a maid", he was declaring,
for Diarmait never spurns a girl's request.

'For the night an agèd shepherd
gave us lodging, and his daughter
gave us lambsticks, richly peppered,
and a smile, intent and bright;
she gave us bacon, self-brewed ale and water
and told us we would share her room that night.

'She was tall, and like the russet
chestnut was her hair, her hazel
eyes were warm as on the grassèd
hills of Meath the mountain deer,
her slender neck was soft and smelt of basil,
her endless legs announced a heaven near.

'We retired soon; the setting
sun had gone, the day had ended,
and we hoped that we'd be getting
all the boons a man desires:
a meal, a bed, a woman, as the splendid
custom of hospitality requires.

'Conan sneaked up to the naked
beauty, and he introduced him-
self as Conan Mór the Wakèd,
and he looked into her eyes.
„I want to sleep with you", but she refused him:
„You've had me once, and no one has me twice."

'So I walked up to the maiden,
but her luring eyes confused me,
and my heart was passion-laden,
as I looked into those eyes.
„I want to lie beside you"; she refused me:
„You've had me once, and no one has me twice."

Diarmait tried, and he was smiling
as my crude attempt amused him
greatly; with his most beguiling
gaze he looked into her eyes.
„I want your love tonight!", but she refused him:
„You've had me once, and no one has me twice."

'Slowly she removed her cover:
„I am Youth, your short-lived shady
romance, and you were my lover."
Then she held him in her arms
and put a love-spot on his head; no lady
who ever sees it can resist his charms!'

'Let us see your love-spot, Diarmait!',
all the women chanted loudly.
'Let us see your love-spot, Diarmait!',
Grainne shrieked with wild delight.
'I can't, for if I did', said Diarmait proudly,
'I'd probably be loved to death tonight!'

As the silver moon was rising
in the sky, the celebration
still continued, and surprising
deeds were told of olden days,
but Grainne's mind had left the conversation;
she couldn't turn her eyes from Diarmait's face.

2. The Geis

Late at night the feast was over;
watchmen closed the city gates,
Grainne went into her chamber,
languished and dismissed her maids.

In the House of Swords slept Diarmait,
in the yard the restless hounds,
and along the gates of Tara
Finn, as usual, walked his rounds.

Grainne sneaked up to the courtyard;
there she threw a single bone
o'er the wall. The hounds were barking,
and she picked a little stone.

Diarmait came to separate them,
Grainne aimed the stone she found
and cast off the champion's bonnet
which was falling to the ground.

Grainne saw the famous love-spot,
and she couldn't help to feel
in her heart the piercing passion
like a blade of icy steel.

As he walked back to his chamber,
she awaited him inside:
'I have seen your love-spot, Diarmait,
and I want your love tonight!'

'Finn's my friend and my commander;
I will never touch his bride,
and it's from your wedded husband
you shall get your love tonight!'

'No one ever has rejected
my sweet love until this day;
from the time I was begotten
I have always got my way!

'But as you refuse to take me,
I shall put a geis on you:
that you flee with me from Tara's
halls before the night is through.

'There's a door beneath my bower,
and a narrow passage leads
to a clearing in the forest
with a cabin made of reeds.'

'If I have to leave the city,
I will take another course;
it is not a champion's habit
sneaking out of secret doors.

'If I flee the Hill of Tara
now, I must be seen by all:
with my sword I'll cut the bushes,
with my spear I'll jump the wall!'

Grainne hurried to the cabin
with a sparkle in her eyes -
meanwhile Diarmait scoured the chambers
of his friends for good advice.

'As you're under bonds' , said Oisin,
'there's no choice. You must give in;
I suggest you follow Grainne,
and you stay away from Finn!'

'You can not be blamed', said Osgar.
'You must go with Grainne now;
there's no mercy for a champion
who would break a geis or vow.'

'You must follow her', said Caoilte
with a sneer upon his face.
'You'll be hunted for a lifetime,
but I'd love to take your place!'

'There is no escape', said Dorraing,
who was struggling for his breath.
'You will have to go with Grainne,
and through her you'll meet your death.'

'Thank you for your help', said Diarmait
to his friends. 'Farewell, ye all!'
With a curse he left the building,
and he leapt across the wall.

3. The Pursuit

Across the woods, the meadows and the river
the flying couple headed for the West.
The night was cold, and she began to shiver:
'I'm tired', said Grainne, 'let us have a rest.'

Diarmait looked up and said: 'The moon is dead now
and pale; it's time for getting tired all right,
so let us turn around and go to bed now,
and Finn shall never know about tonight.'

'I won't go back, and I will never leave you!
I want to share your fate and share your curse;
I'll always love you, and I won't deceive you!' -
'But you'll deceive your husband, which is worse.'

He gathered branches from the trees and bushes
and built a hut with seven doors around,
he spread a bed of birch-tree tops and rushes
for Grainne to lie down upon the ground.

They had to leave each lodging in the morning:
Finn followed them through forest, plain and bog,
but when he came, they got an early warning
from Diarmait's friends, Finn's hounds or Angus Og.

The love-god then would fly away with Grainne
into his marble house through time and space,
while Diarmait would be fighting with the Fianna
and then collect her from his patron's place.

He was aware her raging spouse would find him,
and even though he knew he couldn't win,
he always left unbroken bread behind him
to show that he was keeping faith with Finn. -

One early morning, while the High King's daughter
was sleeping, Diarmait's name upon her lips,
he climbed a grassy hill to watch the water,
and in the West he saw a fleet of ships.

They anchored in the bay, and from a vessel
the leaders with their weapons went ashore;
he greeted them, aware there might be hassle,
and asked them straight what they were coming for.

'Green Champions, we're considered an ill omen;
we're their three Kings, and all these men are chiefs.
Finn asked us for support against his foemen,
because he wants to rid the land of thieves.

'One in particular, who tries to flee him:
we're looking for the man who took away
his wife. His name is Diarmait; did you see him?' -
'I've seen a girl who saw him yesterday.

'Bring me a cask of wine', adjured the charmer.
'I want to show a brilliant trick to you,
and anyone shall get my sword and armour
who manages to do what I will do!'

The cask rolled down the hill; as Diarmait threw it,
he balanced on it, and no wine was spilled.
'This is no trick, for anyone can do it!' -
But those who tried fell down, and they got killed.

Next morning he went back to them, brave-hearted,
and saw the men preparing for the fight.
'Have you seen Diarmait, stranger, since we parted?' -
'I've seen a girl who saw your man this night.'

He put his sword between two trees, and lighter
than birds' feet were his own. He walked with ease;
'I'll give my sword and armour to the fighter
who walks upon the sword between the trees!'

'This act may be a trick in foreign places,
where people know no champions', laughed the men.
They climbed the tree, a sneer upon their faces,
and in two pieces they came down again.

Next morning they received him in a stately
manner. A chief approached and raised his brow:
'No tricks today! Have you seen Diarmait lately?' -
'I see a man who sees your man right now!'

He drew his sword before he grasped the answer
and with a sudden blow removed his head;
and every champion, every chief and lancer
attacking Diarmait soon as well was dead.

He captured their three Kings amidst the battle,
while all the champions fled the raven's croak;
he led the hostages away like cattle
and tied them to the root of Ogma's Oak.

Then he told Grainne of his feat, the hurry
of knights, and how their leaders begged and moaned.
'And did you kill those Kings?' - 'Why should I worry?
There's four men who could loose them, and they won't.

'Let's go to Tara now and beg Finn's pardon:
I never touched you, and I never will.
I do not want Finn's heart and mine to harden -
he will forgive me, and he'll love you still.'

'We won't go back! You know you have to hide me
a lifetime, and I swear to all our gods
that Finn mac Cumhail will never sleep beside me,
not if he whipped me with his druid-rods!'

‘It's not too healthy being on the razzle
with the whole Fianna following our tracks:
your stubbornness will make us see Hy-Brasil!
But then', he sighed, 'you're of the stubborn sex.'

Meanwhile the Fianna reached the Western Ocean,
and at the foot of Ogma's Oak they found,
without a sign of life, without a motion,
the Kings whom Diarmait fastened to the ground.

Finn said to Oisin: 'Will you loose these three that
the man has tied who stole away my bride?'
'I won't', said Oisin.' There's a geis on me that
I never free a man whom Diarmait tied.'

So Finn was turning to his strongest fighter:
'Now Osgar, bring their suff'rings to an end!' -
'I'd rather make their bonds a little tighter,
as they have tried to kill our dearest friend.'

'If Diarmait tied them, he has had a reason',
said Lugaidh's Son and disobeyed his chief.
'I don't believe that he committed treason,
and I will never fall from my belief.'

'He stole my wife, and he humiliated
my friends, and he shall pay for every bruise!
Now Conan, loose their bonds!' But Conan stated:
'My hands were made to tie and not to loose!'

'Oh, how I wish that I could find this goner
who took my wife, and, by the gods, I will!' -
'We think that it is Diarmait you should honour;
we think that it is Grainne you should kill!' -

In Dubhro's Wood there lived a mighty giant
who guarded sacred berries for the Dea:
the Surly One was vicious and defiant,
and e'en the Fianna feared to hunt out there.

But Diarmait sought him and spoke up before him,
and soon the Surly One came to agree
that he could hunt his forest if he swore him
to stay away from the forbidden tree.

One morning at the brook he scented danger
and saw a champion on the other side.
'What are you looking for?', he asked the stranger.
'Your head, if you are Diarmait, and your bride.

'My father killed Finn's father - since this action
we are at war, and Finn is asking me
to bring him Diarmait's head for satisfaction
or berries from a guarded quicken-tree.'

'But he's avenged since Finn has killed your father,
and he knows well that you will not survive
the effort to get either. You should rather
remain at war with him and save your life.'

'So it was not enough to capture Grainne,
his wife, but you must speak of him like that?' -
'Why are those berries' , interrupted Grainne,
'that you are on about so hard to get?'

'They're from the Country of the Everliving:
a giant lives among the mighty roots
to guard the quicken-tree, for it is giving
eternal youth to those who eat its fruits.'

'I want those berries', shrieked the girl. 'I'm sorry',
said Diarmait, 'but I shall not break my vow;
and while he guards this wood, we needn't worry' -
'I want those berries, and I want them now!'

'It's not too healthy being on the razzle
with the whole Fianna following our tracks;
your greediness will make us see Hy-Brasil!
But then', he sighed, you're of the greedy sex.'

'You come to break our peace?', the giant shouted.
'It's that this woman caught me in her spell.
Just pass a handful - I have never doubted
the two of us would get on very well.'

The Surly One just raised his club and spitted:
'You want to fight me with that tiny sword?'
But Diarmait leapt and grabbed his club and hit it
upon its owner's head; the giant roared.

His roar awoke Killarney's water fairies,
but after two more blows he roared no more,
and Diarmait climbed the tree and picked some berries
and left the giant lying in his gore.

He gave a fistful to the grateful quitter:
'Tell Finn you picked those berries, and make haste!',
while Grainne spat them out: 'Those fruits are bitter
and hard, and I don't like their acrid taste.'

Finn met the anxious champion at the river:
'I won't make peace with you, for as it stands
you did not pick those berries you deliver -
they carry still the smell of Diarmait's hands!' -

The night was rough and wild, and Grainne felt her
soft skin go cold beneath her wanting dress.
A Fomor came - he asked the two for shelter
and challenged Diarmait to a game of chess.

'So what's the stake?', asked Diarmait. 'Are we playing
for swords?' And Grainne, tossing back a curl,
smiled at the gloomy man as he was saying:
'I'll play for nothing else but for the girl!'

He put his arm around her, and the lampion
adorned her as she sat upon his knee:
'For years I've been the mistress of this champion,
and still he never came that close to me.'

'It's not too healthy being on the razzle
with the whole Fianna following our tracks;
your fickleness will make us see Hy-Brasil!
But then', he sighed, 'you're of the fickle sex.'

Thus Diarmait raised his sword against the stirrer:
'I'm sorry that I have to kill you now!'
The sword came down, and in the dusky mirror
of Grainne's eyes his head dropped like her vow.

She screamed with terror as the head was falling
into her lap, and with a plaintive cry
she leapt and rid herself of the appalling
remnant and stabbed a knife in Diarmait's thigh.

Without a word he left the cave and wandered
aimlessly through the stormy winter night,
while Grainne - looking at the weather - pondered,
and soon the man she loved was out of sight.

Then she ran after him, and in the morning,
her flimsy garment soaked with rain and dew,
she found the runaway. The day was dawning,
and he was sleeping tight beneath a yew.

'I'm sorry, Diarmait', Grainne whispered lowly:
'with you I am, with you I want to stay!'
He sourly smiled at her and answered slowly:
'Since when do wolves apologise to prey?'

'I love you, Diarmait, even though you're showing
less warmth than all those distant stars above.
My love for you is strong and ever growing;
I'd rather die than live without your love!'

'I was a champion and a dear companion,
I was a hunter - now I am the prey.
Because of you the warrior and Fennian
is forced to shun the night and flee the day!

'You separated me from all I cherish:
my friends, my lands, my houses - I'm undone,
and in the wilderness I have to perish
in flight from him who loved me like a son!'

'Oh Diarmait of the golden hair, I love you:
to no one else I'll ever give my heart.
I love the air you breathe, the sky above you,
the world around you - never let us part!'

'Oh you whose smile is like the summer breezes,
whose heart is like the coldest moonless night,
whose deed destroys, and yet whose language pleases,
oh you who never took one step aright,

'You worthless woman of the frightful fetter,
voracious vulture dressing as a dove,
even your hatred would have served me better
than this obscure emotion you call love.

'Your heart is but a nuisance for the living,
your love declining sooner than the sun
behind the Western Sea, as you are giving
your love to Finn and me and anyone!'

'I'm hungry', said the girl to end the crisis.
'There's bread', said Diarmait, 'but it's old and dry.' -
'I wish we had a knife to cut the slices.' -
'The knife is where you left it - in my thigh.'

4. The Victory

I'd run off with the High King's wife
and fear not for my name and life,
but I won't hurt a friend of mine,
and Finn knows well that I'd decline
the precious gift that came to me,
as long as he my friend would be.
He is no more: he wants my head
and will not rest until I'm dead.
So build our house of twigs around
and spread sweet blossoms on the ground,
for I have to take you tonight!

Now I shall pull the raven-hair
and bend the stubborn neck and scare
the evil eye of nightly gloom
and chew the mouth that sealed my doom
and hold the arms that stabbed my thigh
and grip the heart that bound my tie
and tear the dress that dares to hide
the temple of my wicked bride
and squeeze the hips that now lie free
and grab the legs that ran with me
and part them on our flower bed
and leave a trace of broken bread,
for I have to take you tonight!

5. The Defeat

The High King sent for Finn mac Cumhail
and raised his mighty hand:
'For years you've undermined my rule,
endangering our land!

'The Fianna's duty's to protect
my country and my life,
but you have caused them to neglect
their job to chase your wife!

'The gates of Tara stand ajar
for armies to come in,
while all the Fennian champions are
away to fight for Finn!

'I want them back! I also claim
the bravest of them all –
he took your wife, but all the same
this man obeys my call!

'Oisin, your son, is very smart
and clever, one can tell:
a champion after my own heart,
he'll lead the Fianna well!'

'What do you mean?', asked Finn. His knees
were weak, his voice was low.
'I mean that if you don't make peace
with Diarmait, you must go!'

So Finn made peace with Diarmait and
restored his house and lands.
The Fennians greeted their old friend,
and Diarmait hugged his friends.

And soon the wedding was prepared
for Grainne and for him:
no meat, no fish, no ale was spared,
and only Finn looked grim.

The people came from everywhere
after the news went out,
to meet this most illustrious pair
they heard so much about.

The High King and his men were pleased,
the brewers sent their bill:
a thousand guests came to the feast
upon the Holy Hill.

And Grainne, with a smile divine,
took Diarmait's hand and said:
'Now I am yours, and you are mine:
show everyone you're glad,

'And do not leave my side until
the wedding guests are gone,
and tell me that you love me still,
and leave your bonnet on!'

6. The Hunt

The sons of Diarmait played the Tailltin Battle,
his daughter tried to crawl across the floor,
and Grainne lit the fire beneath the kettle,
as Finn mac Cumhail was knocking at the door:
'Hail Diarmait! I am here with many friends;
we're asking for permission to go hunting through your lands.'

'If you go hunting through my forests, will you
not take me with you?', Diarmait asked his guest.
'We hunt the earless boar that's bound to kill you,
and therefore you should stay and have a rest.
The beast would crush your bones like autumn twigs;
thus Angus put the geis on you that you shall hunt no pigs.'

'I never heard of such a geis' ,the raging
champion replied. 'You are the Fianna's head,
and I am well aware you are engaging
the High King's army just to see me dead.
You planned this hunt to bury me today,
because you know that I would rather die than run away!'

So Diarmait took his coat, his hounds and weapons,
ignoring Grainne's warnings and her sighs.
He kissed his wife goodbye: 'Whatever happens:
I will be dying as a hero dies!'
He went with Finn who told him not to go;
‘There's one man who can kill him - that is me, and this you know!

He saw him, grabbed his spear, and with the other
hand Diarmait loosed his hounds who ran away.
He aimed and threw the spear against his brother
who got a scratch; the boar, without delay,
run towards the champion who fell on his back,
the mighty tusks stirred up the ground beside the hero's neck.

Now Diarmait drew his sword, and he was trying
to stab the beast before his blood was spilled.
It broke; he grimly laughed as he was lying
beneath the boar with nothing but the hilt.
The boar turned round to where the Fianna stood,
but Diarmait grabbed his hind legs and was hauled across the wood.

In order to get rid of him he jolted
and jumped the streams; his foe held on, but then
he lost his grip. The beast turned back and halted
and charged the stubborn hunter once again.
His tusks ripped Diarmait open, but the hilt
sliced through his guts which covered Diarmait as the boar was killed.

'I wish the women saw you now', Finn smugly
commented as he rested on his sword,
'if they could only see how vile and ugly
that body turned that they so much adored,
if Erin's girls and ladies only knew
about this scene, they'd be disgusted at the sight of you!'

'You must not stand there feeding on your passion,
insulting victims, bound in Grainne's ties.
Come to your wits! Remember your profession,
and heal this champion now before he dies.' -
'And how?', Finn asked his son and almost swooned.
'I know a drink of water from your hands heals every wound.'

'This man does not deserve a drink of water',
Finn answered him, referring to his wife.
'He robbed his leader of the High King's daughter,
and he deserves no drink to save his life!' -
'You know he does! ' Finn's son looked stern and grim;
'He had no other choice since Grainne put a geis on him.'

'There is no water in this wood', Finn uttered.
'You know that there's a well beyond the hill.
If you delay, I'll kill you', Oisin muttered,
'and bring the water in your hands, I will!'
Finn fetched the water while he thought about
his wife; it trickled through his fingers, and he came without.

'He is not worth a drink', the chief repeated.
'But when he saved you twixt the quicken-trees,
you would have deemed him worthy', Osgar pleaded.
'Now go and get the drink, or you'll feel these!'
Finn fetched the water while he thought about
his wife; it trickled through his fingers, and he came without.

'You will not save me; I was shown you'll settle
my death, after I risked my life for yours
so oft, but in the coming days of battle
you'll miss my service like your nanny's cures.
You hate me for what Grainne did to you,
but yet you know that I oppose her actions as you do.'

'She put him under bonds, for Diarmait never
intended to obey her faithless call.
Therefore he has to stay with her forever;
maybe he doesn't love his wife at all.'
With this in mind the chief suppressed his hate
and brought the water to the hero, but it was too late.

7. The End

Hundred grooms prepared the stables,
hundred servants spread the bedding,
hundred maidens laid the tables,
hundred brewers sent their bill;
a thousand guests were coming to the wedding
of Finn and Grainne on the Holy Hill.

Diarmait's sons had great ambitions:
with the bulls in the arena,
in the champions' competitions
Grainne always saw them win;
she made them swear, before they joined the Fianna,
that they'd revenge their father and kill Finn.

But the power and the pleasures
made her weak; she took a liking
to her status, and the measures
of her hatred emptied out,
while Finn opposed and disobeyed the High King,
and every Fennian cheered his leader's flout.

Soon the High King lost his patience
with the Fianna. At the border
soldiers stood from foreign nations
to protect the High King's right;
paying some Fennians, Grainne gave the order
to kill the sons of Diarmait in the fight.