machan man gava salli na kiyala mata shop ekata ghilla balen badu aran enna ba ne. salli thbboth vitharai ganna puluwan. oya vage thami okath ova hadanne nikan balanna nemai na.
sorry reported
Mallacht mo chait ort
My cat’s curse upon you
Mallacht na baintrí ort
A widow’s curse upon you
Mallacht Dé ort
God’s curse upon you
Go mbrise an diabhal do dhá chois
That the Devil may break your legs
Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire do chnámh do dhroma
That the Devil will make a ladder out of your spine
Fán fada ort
Long may you be astray
Léan ort
Sorrow betide you
Go mbrise an diabhal cnámh do dhroma
That the Devil may break your spine
Go dtitfidh an oíche ort
That night will befall you
Briseadh agus brú ort
Strife and stress upon you
Go ndéanfaidh an diabhal cipín dod’ dhá chois
That the Devil makes splinters of your legs
Dó agus bascadh ort
May you burn and be severely injured
An áit thíos atá ceapaithe duit, a dhiabhal.
It is the place below that is meant for you, you devil
Go ndalladh an diabhal thú
That the Devil may blind you
Lagú cléibh ort
Weariness of heart upon you
Breith i bpoll cúng ort
That you may be caught in the grave
Go stolladh an diabhal thú
That the Devil may lacerate you
Go séideadh an diabhal san aer tú
May the Devil blow you into the air
Lomadh an Luain ort
Woe betide you
Nár éirí an lá leat
That you may not be successful on the day
Go dtachtfadh an diabhal thú
May the Devil choke you
A chonách san ort
It serves you right!
Go bhfaighir bás gan an sagart
I hope you die without a priest
Galar an bháis ort
The disease of death upon you
Nára bheire an mhaidin ort
That you may not see the morning
Nár thagair abhaile slán
That you may not come home safe
Imeacht gan do thuairisc ort
That you may never be heard of again
Go marbhaí an diabhal tú
That the zDevil may kill you
Náire agus aithis chugat
That you may be shamed and disgraced
Ualach sé chapall de chré na h-úire ort
Six horseloads of graveyard clay upon you
Imeacht go fánach ort féin is ar do chnapán miúlach
Off with you and your lousy lump
Tuirse ort
That you may tire
Go n-ullamhuighe an diabhal teinne dhuit
That the Devil may prepare a fire for you
Nár a cuire Dia aon crích cóir ort
That God does not grant you a proper end
Go n-imí an droch aimsir leat
That the bad weather leaves with you
Dul go h-olc ort
Bad luck to you
Go mbeire an dá dhiabhal deag leo tú
That the twelve devils take you with them
Go n-imigh na seacht diabhail deag atá i n-Ifrionn i’d dhiaidh.
May hell’s 17 devils go after you
Nách mór an diabhal thú
Aren’t you the devil
Is ceann de’s na h-óinseacha diabhail thú
You are one of the Devil’s fools
Mullach do chinn fút
That you may fall on your head
Go dtachtar le d’anáil thú
That you may choke on your breath
Buinneach dhearg go dtigidh ort
That you may have
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