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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tharaka25" data-source="post: 27859025" data-attributes="member: 566222">Mallacht mo chait ortMy cat’s curse upon youMallacht na baintrí ortA widow’s curse upon youMallacht Dé ortGod’s curse upon youGo mbrise an diabhal do dhá choisThat the Devil may break your legsGo ndéana an diabhal dréimire do chnámh do dhromaThat the Devil will make a ladder out of your spineFán fada ortLong may you be astrayLéan ortSorrow betide youGo mbrise an diabhal cnámh do dhromaThat the Devil may break your spineGo dtitfidh an oíche ortThat night will befall youBriseadh agus brú ortStrife and stress upon youGo ndéanfaidh an diabhal cipín dod’ dhá choisThat the Devil makes splinters of your legsDó agus bascadh ortMay you burn and be severely injuredAn áit thíos atá ceapaithe duit, a dhiabhal.It is the place below that is meant for you, you devilGo ndalladh an diabhal thúThat the Devil may blind youLagú cléibh ortWeariness of heart upon youBreith i bpoll cúng ortThat you may be caught in the graveGo stolladh an diabhal thúThat the Devil may lacerate youGo séideadh an diabhal san aer túMay the Devil blow you into the airLomadh an Luain ortWoe betide youNár éirí an lá leatThat you may not be successful on the dayGo dtachtfadh an diabhal thúMay the Devil choke youA chonách san ortIt serves you right!Go bhfaighir bás gan an sagartI hope you die without a priestGalar an bháis ortThe disease of death upon youNára bheire an mhaidin ortThat you may not see the morningNár thagair abhaile slánThat you may not come home safeImeacht gan do thuairisc ortThat you may never be heard of againGo marbhaí an diabhal túThat the zDevil may kill youNáire agus aithis chugatThat you may be shamed and disgracedUalach sé chapall de chré na h-úire ortSix horseloads of graveyard clay upon youImeacht go fánach ort féin is ar do chnapán miúlachOff with you and your lousy lumpTuirse ortThat you may tireGo n-ullamhuighe an diabhal teinne dhuitThat the Devil may prepare a fire for youNár a cuire Dia aon crích cóir ortThat God does not grant you a proper endGo n-imí an droch aimsir leatThat the bad weather leaves with youDul go h-olc ortBad luck to youGo mbeire an dá dhiabhal deag leo túThat the twelve devils take you with themGo n-imigh na seacht diabhail deag atá i n-Ifrionn i’d dhiaidh.May hell’s 17 devils go after youNách mór an diabhal thúAren’t you the devilIs ceann de’s na h-óinseacha diabhail thúYou are one of the Devil’s foolsMullach do chinn fútThat you may fall on your headGo dtachtar le d’anáil thúThat you may choke on your breathBuinneach dhearg go dtigidh ortThat you may have red diarrhea</blockquote>

Verification: Nawa warak dahaya keeyada? (Namaya wadi kireema dahaya)

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