An mac scaiptheach

Translation: Long ago, there was a fairly rich farmer and he had two sons. One day, the youngest son said to his father, "You had better," said he, "give me my money and let me go." The father divided the money amongst them. A few days after that the youngest son gathered all his things together and off he went to a foreign land far from home. He wasn't long gone when he spent all his money on drink and debauchery. It so happened that there was a very severe famine in the country and the poor man was dying of hunger. There was a farmer in the place and he went working for him. And the work that he gave him was to go out to his land feeding pigs. He wanted to fill his stomach with the pods the pigs were eating but no one would give him any. He stopped and thought. "There are many servants," said he, "at home working for my father and they have enough to eat and drink and I am here dying of hunger. I'll get up straight away and go to my father and I'll tell him that I've made a huge mistake and that I regret it." When the father saw him coming he took great pity on him. He ran towards him and threw himself upon him and kissed him. Then the son said to his father, "I have sinned greatly against you and I no longer deserve that you call me your son." The father called his servants. "Hurry," said he, "and bring me the best suit in the place and a gold ring on his finger and shoes on his feet. And kill the fatted calf. And we will call all the neighbours and we will have a great night of music together. Because this son I thought was dead, thank God he has come back alive here to me again. The elder brother was out in the field working. And when he came home in the evening he was astonished when he heard all the music and dance. He called one of the servants and asked him, "What is the reason for all this noise?" "Oh, your brother," said the servant. "He has come home and your father has killed the fatted calf for him. And all the neighbours have assembled to welcome him." He became very angry and wouldn't go in at all. And then he said to his father, "I am years here with you and you never gave me as much as kid goat. But this son, after coming home after spending all he got in all sorts of terrible ways, you killed the fatted calf for him." "Ah," said the father to him, "you are by my side always and when I am dying I'll leave you all my land. But we should be very joyful towards our Lord that he has come back safe and sound to us again." Commentary: This tell