I bore her to the mountain peak,
The Flower of Maids, so lone!
I bore her to the mountain bleak,
My thousand woes, mo vrone. **
I cast my cota *** round her there,
And,'mid the murky mists of air,
I fled with bleeding feet and bare
From Mauria ni Milleon.
—-Anon. Translated by G. Sigerson.
* Mo store, my treasure. ** Mo vrone, my grief.