LOS CELTAS

“One day there came with glowing soul
To the assembly of Conchobor,
The gifted man from the eastern wave,
Crunn of the flocks, son of Adnoman.

It was then were brought
Two steeds to wich I see no equals,
Into the race-course, without concealment,
At which the king of Uladh then presided.

Although there were not the peers of these
Upon the plain, of a yoke of steeds,
Crunn, the rash hairy man, said
That his wife was fleeter, though then pregnant.

Detain ye the truthful man
Said Conor, the chief of battles,
Until his famous wife comes here,
To nobly run with my great steeds.

The woman reached, without delay,
The assembly of the greatly wondering chiefs.
Her two names in the west, without question,
Were Bright Grian and Pure Macha.

Then stript the fleet and silent dame,
And cast loose her hair around her head,
And started, without terror or fail,
To join in the race, but not its pleasure.

Although the monarch´s steeds were swifter
At all the times in the native race,
The woman was fleeter, with no great effort,
The monarch´s steeds were then slower.
As she reached the final goal,
And nobly won the ample pledge,
She brought forth twins without delay,
Before the hosts of the Red Branch, fort,…”

1000 Years of Irish Poetry, editado por K. Hoagland, Devin-Adair Co.(New York), 1947, p. 61.




Este trabajo está destinado a alumnos de 3º de E.S.O.