Taranis was at peace
His bulls were made full
They fed on sweet pasture
The cows yielded sweet milk
All were full and happy
In those good days of summer
Each day was summer
The fields were always green
Taranis was unchallenged
However, the people came to Him
They spoke of Crînos
He devoured their fields
Crînos took all
He stole the crops
He sat upon the well
Hungry and thirsty
The people pleaded for help
Taranis heard their pleas
Aisus prepared the grove
His daughter Nemetonâ gave
Welcome and greeting to Taranis
The priest had lit the fire
And gave hospitality
To the lord Taranis
In the grove they spoke of Crînos
A giant no warrior was able to kill
They fell hot and tired when they tried
As sure as the mutual oath to Belenos
That oath Bononiâ witnessed
He swore to vanquish Crînos
He went to meet Crînos on the battlefield
A strange enemy, skin hard and brittle
Eyes sunken and hollow, like death
Yet, Taranis felt heat from afar
From Crînos was the origin, like burning wood
Taranis held His (club, staff?), Leuceton
The thief of the yield, in the light of day
He prepared for battle, in the sight
Of the red haired champion, the voice in the rain
Crînos held his sword and advanced
Taranis met blow for blow, powerful
Raging, raging, the battle thus went
Taranis spoke words of a curse
This curse I will not utter
And he raised Leuceton, he struck!
In a thousand pieces Crînos broke, he washed away
Taranis struck the ground and spoke a blessing
“May good rain reach the good ground”
“I give offering of life”
“I give offering of strength”
“I give offering of prosperity”
The well refilled, and the crops returned
The people gave thanks to Taranis
They gave cows, bread, and mead
The people came together to feast
Today it is called Samolitus
Taranis, the champion of the people is remembered
