Tuirn son of Torna
When we used to go to the gathering with Echu's[15] son,
Yellow as a bright primrose was the hair upon the head of Cairenn's[16] son.
Torna
Well hast thou spoken, dear son. A bondmaid should be given thee
For the sake of the hair which thou hast likened to the colour of the crown of the primrose.
Eyelashes black, delicate, equal in beauty, and dark eyebrows—
The crown of the woad, a bright hyacinth, that was the colour of his pupils.
Tuirn son of Torna
The colour of his cheeks at all seasons, even and symmetrical:
The fox-glove, the blood of a calf—a feast without a flaw! the crown of the forest in May.
Torna
His white teeth, his red lips that never reproved in anger—
His shape like a fiery blaze overtopping the warriors of Erin.