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But as they need you not,
Make no step towards the Lowlanders.
Afterwards, overcome every wave
To the boundaries of Ireland's hospitable soil.
Although the brethren hold you in little esteem,
Move over the vision of their averted eyes,
Every historian without pious lore,
Every bard who hates not his lies;
Keep constantly between you and them,
O little book, the distinction of (life and) death.
But every man who loves justice
Of Adam's feed, do not despise:
With such persons fix your dwelling (nest).
Little book move forward.
Move.
Make no step towards the Lowlanders.
Afterwards, overcome every wave
To the boundaries of Ireland's hospitable soil.
Although the brethren hold you in little esteem,
Move over the vision of their averted eyes,
Every historian without pious lore,
Every bard who hates not his lies;
Keep constantly between you and them,
O little book, the distinction of (life and) death.
But every man who loves justice
Of Adam's feed, do not despise:
With such persons fix your dwelling (nest).
Little book move forward.
Move.
"Atá a shios agamsa, g o ndénaid daóine cúirialta édtroma, sgige agas fochuidmheadh, agas fanamhad fan tsaótharm beag sa, ar son gan snas fileadh do bheith ar na briathraibh, agas gan chruás do bheith isna foclaibh, agas ma tá vireasbhuidh shoclorachta no chearta scribhtha, nó litre aninadh litre sa leabharsa, ní hingnadh sin do bheith amhluidh, ar son nach raibhe én shocal gaoidhelce ag fear bhuailte an chló, acht do thuairim no do bharamhail an cló do chur fiós. Agas atá fós a dheirbhshios agam, go ndénaid na Papanaigh, agas go specialta na sean Tsagairt scaiteacha, sgeth ascandaile am adhaigh séin, agas gurab míchlu, agas masla mó luaidhidheacht vathadh
