[99] i.e. Cuchulain himself.
[THE LAMENTATION OF FAND WHEN SHE IS
ABOUT TO LEAVE CUCHULAIN]
From the "Sickbed of Cuchulain."
Happier it were for me to be here,
Subject to thee without reproach,
Than to go,—though strange it may seem to thee,—
To the royal seat of Aed Abrat.
The man is thine, O Emer,
He has broken from me, O noble wife,
No less, the thing that my hand cannot reach,
I am fated to desire it.
Many men were seeking me
Both in shelters and in secret places;
My tryst was never made with them,
Because I myself was high-minded.
Joyless she who gives love to one
Who does not heed her love;
It were better for her to be destroyed
If she be not loved as she loves.