Fand's Farewell to Cuchulainn

I it is who shall depart,
Though I leave with heavy heart;
Though a hero waits me, fain,
Rather would I here remain!

Rather would I linger here,
Happy serving thee, and near;
Than, though strange to thee it seem,
Rule Aed's court of sunny beam.

Emer, thine be this man still,
Thou shalt garner at thy will;
What my hand reach not, no less
Am I bound in wish to bless.

Many men for me have sued,
Sought in court, in secret woo'd,
Never one have I come nigh
For my path lay pure and high.

Woe to one whose love has gone,
And finds naught to rest upon;
Better who rejected roves
Than be loved not as one loves.