Saga of the Stolen Runes

Tá bean chéile Ghallaibh tinn ar feadh i bhfad, Tá sí ídithe agus i bianna, Ní féidir léi codladh san oíche Chaill sí gach cúis agus cruth.

Tá eitiltí Runae i bhfad ar shiúl, Glacann an Ciarán a cheardaíocht ó Kol agus Sir Ach ina dhiaidh sin, Bhí an oiread sin níos measa ná mar a bhí roimhe.

Tá Darach-Rugadh ag ceiliúradh do Runae domsa, Cuir iad faoi mhaolú a leaba. Múscail uirthi as a cuid tinn, Déan léi go maith arís.

Ní dhéanfaidh aon duine Runae a scratáil, Gan a bheith in ann iad a úsáid go maith, Tá a gcuid glaonna ag mothú go leor fir. Máilithe ag a neart anaithnid.

Chonaic mé do rúnaí rúnda Snoite isteach sa dromchla carraig gan eolas Agus do mo bhean chéile ba chúis leis seo Brón agus pian ar feadh i bhfad.

Tá Darach-Rugadh ag ceiliúradh do Runae domsa, Cuir iad faoi mhaolú a leaba. Múscail uirthi as a cuid tinn, Déan léi go maith arís. The Wickers wife has been ill for a long time, She is exhausted and in pain, She can not sleep at night She has lost all reason and shape.

Runes have been etched far away, The Wicker steals his craft from Kol and Sir But afterwards her ailments, Were so much worse than before.

Oakenborn craft your Runes for me, Place them under the cushion of her bed. Wake her from her ill fits, Make her well again.

No man shall scratch Runes, Not being able to use them well, Many men are mislead by their calls. Mislead by their unknown strength.

I have seen your secret runes Carved into the rock surface without knowledge And for my wife this has caused Sorrow and pain for a long time.

Oakenborn craft your Runes for me, Place them under the cushion of her bed. Wake her from her ill fits, Make her well again.