The javelin’s shaft fell shivered into three,
The shaft recoiling from the boar’s tough hide.
The spear hurl’d by his warm red-fingered hand,
Ne’er penetrated the body of the boar.
Then from its sheath he drew his thin-leav’d sword,
Of all the arms most crowned with victory.
Mac O’Duine did then the monster kill
While he himself escaped without a wound.
Then on Finn of the Feinn did sadness fall,
And on the mountain side he sat him down;