Literal Translation of the Poems
Ferb.
These are your kindred—
yet without that you can discover them.
They have slain, they have been slain far and wide;
it was a war of blood-red foes.
Fian.
And Mani, is he in life?
my comrade, my companion,
my king, my chief in the house,
my fair, well-loved friend.
Ferb.
Bitter to me is what you say,
O champion Fiannamail!
You are in error without a doubt,
here you shall find his last bed.
Fian.
Make it known to me—wrath has mastered me—
if you know it, O fair Ferb!
tell me the place where is
Mani More, the son of Alill.
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