Religion
That Cock
Translated by Alexander Carmichael (1900) · From Carmina Gadelica, vol. II (1900): Miscellaneous
It was then spoke the angry woman —
' It was the wicked who made my ruin,
Drive the liar down below the beam,
And thou shalt be welcome to my house.
That cock thou hast in the pot.
Chopped as broken as the kail,
The liar shall not go to the pit
Till he shall crow upon the spar."
The cock went upon the spar,
He placed his two wings to his body,
He crew sweetly, melodiously.
And my King came from the tree.
The people not liked of God
Are those who lie and those who swear ;
Rather would He have the genuine prayer
And water from the eyelids flowing swiftly.
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Anonymous (Scottish Gaelic). “That Cock.” Translated by Alexander Carmichael. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-scottish-gaelic/211/.
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Anonymous (Scottish Gaelic). “That Cock.” Translated by Alexander Carmichael. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-scottish-gaelic/211/.
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