Oh, world of deceitful beauty, the agreeable drinking feast of a hundred heroes, false
are its attractions, numerous to mention, except the adoration of the king of all, every
law recorded has passed away, every right under the sun has been destroyed.
And Timor, today, though a wilderness, was once the meeting place of heroes, fair was
its many-sided tower, where assembled heroes famed in story, many were the tribes to which
it was inheritance, though today but a green grassy land.
It was a famous fortress of wisdom, it was ennobled with warlike chiefs, to be viewed
it was a splendid hill, during the time of Cormac O'Coon.
When Cormac was in his grandeur, brilliant and conspicuous was his course.
He was the king of the world.


No fortress was found equal to Timor, it was the secret of the road of life.
Strong was the power of hosts, of that king who obtained Timor.
It is better for us to record the many tribes, and the numerous families of his household.
Nine ramparts were built in Timor.


Or rough strong trenches, with nine surrounding mounds, with groves of fair trees.
And it was a strong and famous fortress.
This great house of a thousand heroes, with tribes it was delightful, a fair, bright fortress
of fine men.
Three hundred feet.
Three hundred feet.
Was its measure.
Its circuit, was well arranged.
Nor was it narrow by a faulty construction, nor too strong for separate apartments.
Six times five cubits, was its height.
A fixed habitation.
For a King of Ere.
bottled with wood and maize.
In which was distributed sparkling wine
It was a fortress, a rampart, and a stronghold
In it were three times fifty condos
There were in it fifty warriors with swords
Who were the guards of this fortress
Which truly was a noble residence
And there were two couches in each apartment
Grand was the host which attended there
And their weapons were glittered with gold
There were three times fifty splendid apartments
And each apartment held fifty persons
Seven cubits of exact measure
Were the dimensions of the fireplace
Before which the act of attendance
Lighted up the brilliant lamps
There were seven splendid chandeliers of brass
Of bright and beautiful appearance
In that flamboyant fireplace




fair and sunny palace of feasts and ornamental goblets.
Pleasingly brilliant was its light, as twice seven in numbers were its doors.
It was a law ordained by the king, that he should first drink to his guests.
And very great were his guests in number, three hundred partook of each festive drinky.
Fifty were learned and noble lawgivers, in company with the exalted king.
And the exalted upright prince.
Fifty were festive pleasing companions, with fifty great and famous heroes.
And fifty warriors standing around, to attend as guards on the warlike king.
Three hundred cupbearers handed around, three times fifty splendid goblets.
To each of them a cupbearer.


And to each of the numerous parties there, which cups were of gold or of silver all.
Ornamented with pure and precious stones, three hundred were entertained by the son
of art on each day.
Enlightened was his train of bards.
Who kept their records in careful order.
Each art.
And what they said was respected by the professors in the household of the host.
Let us enumerate.
Who were in the house of Timur of the tribes.
This is the exact enumeration.
Fifty above a thousand.
of warriors, when Cormac resided at Timor. His fame was heard by all the exalted, and
a king like the son of Antipop. There came not of the men of the world.
There came not of the men of the world.