Заговор на долгую жизнь др-ирл Cetnad n-Aise - пер

The spell for a long life

I'm mentally invoking to the seven daughters of the wide sea,
Which are windin' the thread of long-lived ones
Let three deaths be taken from me,
Let three lives be given for me,
Let the fate of seven waves be poured out on me,
Let wrongness not hurt me in my way
In glittering armour without any gaping flaw.
My glory is not associated with the perishing.
Let my life(age) come to me
Let death not to come to me
While I am (not) going to be the old one.
I appeal within my mind to the hero of the silver
That's not dead, who would'nt die ever.
let me be granted one with might of Time
With a hardness of white bronze.
Let  my face be gilded,
Let all right of mine be free,
Let my strength be magnified.
Let there be no my grave near me,
Let death not come to me on  my road,
Let my way be trueful one.
Let me not be grabbed with an unreason snake
And as not with  an evil white worm
And as not by unreason bug.
Let me not be hurt by the looting,
Or with a society of women,
Or with a society of warriours.
Let ascertainin' the time come to me
From the King of all.
I mentally speaking to the Elder one of seven times
Which hath been nourished with women from the Shee-kind*
by their breasts with liquid  milk of wisdom.
Let Seven burning candles not go out.
I am an impregnable fortress,
I am hard as fixed rock.
I am brilliant as gem.
I am a sign of the seven arcane hoards.
Let me live my life of hundreds, hundred years,
Every one hundred of them in her turn.
Here is the call of their blessing to me .

*(beansidhe or banshee)