A Month Without Rain
Brian, Iuchar, and Iucharba,
three sons of Brigit the Poetess,
have brought fire to the earth and sky
in ranging across it for Cían’s body-price.
But they have raged too hot,
they have flamed too fierce in hatred–
though they were dishonored
and they have been forgotten, overshadowed.
Tailtiu’s plain of judgements
is scarce an assembly,
the fields are parched
and the creeks run feebly.
The hounds of the Three Gods of Skill,
Iuchar and Iucharba as they foam,
must be chased away by the wolves of rain
when Lug comes on foot and on horse.
The mists linger too long in the morning
and do not make way for rain clouds,
but the month of dog-heads must end,
four weeks and three days without rain.
Three shouts on the hill for the brothers, then,
to honor them and repay their debt,
to call Lug’s wolves down from the sky
chasing away Iucharba, Iuchar, and Brian.