Social Commentaries
The Bard and Misfortune
Translated by George Sigerson (1907) · From Bards of the Gael and Gall (1907)
The Bard
Pass on, Misfortune, much you weary me,
Stay not on straw, nor such discomfort dree;
Go forth — silk couches wait you now, and see!
What dainty dishes, where red wines run free.
Misfortune
Not I, my Cousin, hence I will not flee,
I've arrows still unsped, — my poet's fee:
I'll guide the gray rain through your low roof-tree,
And here are thorns of sickness still for thee.
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MLA
Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “The Bard and Misfortune.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/107/.
Chicago
Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “The Bard and Misfortune.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/107/.
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