#translating posts

ég legg niður kubba og drasl því ég er í fjárans minecraft

drottinn minn! er þetta… ansans svín?

því ég er fjandans steve

ég er fjandans steve

ó já

ég er að byggja drasl

ég er svalur gaur

já, einmitt

Welcome to my blog for translating posts into Old Irish! I am an undergraduate Celtic Studies student, and I have been learning Old Irish since January 2025. This blog is mostly just for fun, and I may make mistakes. I post more about Old Irish/Celtic studies in general on my other blog @celticstudies

Old Irish/Old Gaelic belongs to the Goidelic branch of the Celtic languages, and is the ancestor of modern Irish (Gaeilge/Gaeilic/Gaelainn), Scottish Gaelic (Gàidhlig), and Manx (Gaelg/Gailck).

My profile picture is from the cover of An Introduction to Early Irish Literature by Muireann Ní Bhrolcháin.

Other people's Celtic language translation blogs:

@translatingpostsintoirish - Irish

@badlytranslatingpostsintogaelic - Scottish Gaelic

@textpostscymraeg - Welsh

As another gust blew past him he caught the emotions of the war and his spirits couldn’t help but sore even higher. “Better yet… can you hear it? The sound of war? The sound of screaming as hundreds fall, their blood gushing from every pore in their bodies. The sound of limbs flying through the air and claws raking across anothers soft tissue. The sound of fire as it consumes and ravages everything it touches…”

The lord of darkness broke out into a demonic smile as he laughed, “It is not enough.” He chided as he moved over to a tree, caressing it with a claw and watching as sickly veins sprouted form it as it began to disintegrate from his very touch. “I would have thought the king would have done better but this is only a tease. A single taste in the glorious misery that could be inflicted. But of course, he is fighting for a cause. Perhaps it is time I show them how pitiful and fruitless their endeavors truly are!”

With a snap of his fingers a black column of fire shot up form the base of the tree incinerating it in seconds and leaving a hole that nothing would ever dare touch again. The sadistic creature didn’t even glance back as he darted off for the battle field, It was time to show everyone that the lord of darkness was back.

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As another gust blew past him he caught da emotions o' da war an' his spirits couldn’t he`p but sore even higher. “bettah yet… can you hear it? da sound o' war? da sound o' screaming as hundreds fall, they blood gushing from every pore in they bodies. da sound o' limbs flying through da air an' claws raking across anothers soft tissue. da sound o' fire as it consumes an' ravages everything it touches…”

da lord o' darkness broke out into uh demonic smile as he laughed, “It iz not enough.” He chided as he moved ova ta uh tree, caressing it wif uh claw an' watching as sickly veins sprouted form it as it began ta disintegrate from his very whack. “ah would gots thought da king would gots done bettah but dis here iz only uh tease. uh single taste in da glorious misery dat could be inflicted. But o' course, he iz fighting fo' uh cause. Perhaps it iz tyme ah show dem how pitiful an' fruitless they endeavors truly is!”

Wif uh snap o' his fingers uh black column o' fire smok'd up form da base o' da tree incinerating it in seconds an' leaving uh hole dat nuttin' would ever dare whack ag'in. da sadistic creature didn’t even glance back as he darted off fo' da battle field, It wuz tyme ta show brothas dat da lord o' darkness wuz back an don't make me pull mah gat!