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Comath fírinni, cotnofathar. [...]
Ocbath trócairi, cotnocéba. [...]
Aranécath arid sencharpait.
Ar nícon chotli are sen(f)onnith.
Remi déci, íarmo déci, tair sceo desiul sceo túaithbiul.
Deéci, imdích, imdídnathar, arna bó
co foill na forráin fonnath fodrethat. [...]
Is tre (f)ir flathemon rosaig cech dán mochtide mind suíthi. [...]
Apair fris, ní már nairlise nimderga, ar is dortuth cecha flatho folam la foscath ó (f)ini do (f)laith fuiliche. [...]
Admestar iarn asa thoichib túath tacarthaib.
Admestar hume asa daingni deni dlúmaicdib.
Admestar arcat asa bethu bríg bánaicdib.
Admestar ór asa (f)orníamaib allmaraib adamraib. [...]
Toléci dorche do (s)orchi.
Toléci brón do (f)áilti.
Toléci borb do ecnu. [...]
Toléci dóer do (s)óer.
Toléci dochell do chlothaib. [...]
Toléci anflaith do (f)ír(f)laith.
Toléci debuith do chóri.
Toléci gó do (f)ír. [...]
luithir side fri cach fó,
fristibi fírinni inde cluinethar,
cotenocaib inden aici.
Flaith congbále co slógaib díanechtair;
insoet a (s)lóig side,
insnádat a aidilcni,
air ní soí soithcedach sechtair.
Let him preserve justice, it will preserve him. [...]
Let him exalt mercy, it will truly exalt him. [...]
Let him observe him, the driver of an old chariot.
For the driver of an old wheel-rim (= chariot) does not sleep:
He looks ahead, he looks behind, in front and to the right and to the left;
he looks out, he defends, he protects, so that he may not break
with neglect or violence the wheel-rims which run under him. [...]
It is through the justice of the ruler that each great man of art attains the summit of knowledge. [...]
Say to him that he may not redden a great number of fore-courts, for bloodshed is the vain destruction of all rule and of the protection from the kin for the ruler. [...]
Let him estimate iron by its properties at disputes of tribes.
Let him estimate copper by its firmness, [i.e.] strength in solid artefacts.
Let him estimate silver by its durability, [and] strength in shiny artefacts.
Let him estimate gold by its very wonderful foreign ornaments. [...]
Darkness yields to light,
Sorrow yields to joy.
An oaf yields to a sage, [...]
A serf yields to a freeman.
Niggardliness yields to generosity, [...].
Anarchy yields to proper rule,
Conflict yields to peace,
Falsehood yields to truth. [...]
The true ruler, in the first place,
He is moved, this one, toward every good thing:
He smiles on the truth when he hears it,
He truly exalts it when he sees it.
The ruler of occupation with hosts from outside:
His own hosts turn away,
They put off his needs,
For a prosperous man does not turn outside.