My true Cauldron of Incubation 
It has been taken by the Gods from the mysteries of the elemental abyss 
A fitting decision that ennobles one from one’s center 
that pours forth a terrifying stream of speech from the mouth. 

I am Amirgen White-knee 
pale of substance, gray of hair, 
accomplishing my incubation 
in proper poetic forms 
in diverse color. 

The Gods do not apportion the same to everyone — 
tipped, inverted, right-side-up; 
no knowledge, half-knowledge, full-knowledge — 
for Eber and Donn, 
the making of fearful poetry, 
vast, mighty draughts of death-spells 
in active voice, in passive silence, in the neutral balance between, 
in the proper construction of rhyme, 
in this way it narrates the path and function of my cauldron. 

I sing of the Cauldron of Wisdom 
which bestows the merit of every art, 
through which treasure increases, 
which magnifies every common artisan, 
which builds up a person through their gift. 

Where is the root of poetry in a person; in the body or in the soul? They say it is in the soul, for the body does nothing without the soul. Others say it is in the body where the arts are learned, passed through the bodies of our ancestors. It is said this is the seat of what remains over the root of poetry; and the good knowledge in every person’s ancestry comes not into everyone, but comes into every other person. 

What then is the root of poetry and every other wisdom? Not hard; three cauldrons are born in every person, i.e., the Cauldron of Incubation, the Cauldron of Motion and the Cauldron of Wisdom. 

The Cauldron of Incubation is born upright in a person from the beginning. It distributes wisdom to people in their youth. 

The Cauldron of Motion, however, after turning increases. That is to say it is born tipped on its side in a person. 

The Cauldron of Wisdom is born on its lips (upside-down) and it distributes wisdom in every art besides (in addition to) poetry. 

The Cauldron of Motion, then, in every other person is on its lips, i.e., in ignorant people. It is side-slanting in people of bardcraft and strophes (mid-level poetry). It is on its back in the “great streams” (highest poetic grades) of great wisdom and poetry. On account of this not every mid-level person has it on its back because the Cauldron of Motion must be turned by sorrow or joy. 

Question: How many divisions of sorrow that turn the cauldrons of sages? Not hard; four. Longing, grief, the sorrows of jealousy and the discipline of pilgrimage to holy places. It is internally that these are borne although the cause is from outside. 

There are then two divisions of joy that turn the Cauldron of Wisdom, i.e., divine joy and human joy. 

In human joy there are four divisions among the wise. Sexual intimacy; the joy of health untroubled by the abundance of goading when a person takes up the prosperity of bardcraft; the joy of the binding principle of wisdom after good (poetic) construction; and, joy of fitting poetic frenzy from the grinding away at the fair nuts of the nine hazels on the Well of Segais in the Sìdhe realm. They cast themselves in great quantities like a ram’s fleece upon the ridges of the Boyne, moving against the stream swifter than racehorses driven in the middle-month on the magnificent day every seven years. 

The Gods touch a person through divine and human joys so that they are able to speak prophetic poems and dispense wisdom and perform miracles, as well as offering wise judgment and giving precedents and wisdom in answer to everyone’s wishes. But the source of these joys (the Gods) is outside the person although the actual cause of the joy is internal. 

I sing of the Cauldron of Motion 
understanding grace, 
accumulating knowledge 
streaming poetic inspiration as milk from the breast, 
it is the tide-water point of knowledge 
union of sages 
stream of sovereignty 
glory of the lowly 
mastery of words 
swift understanding 
reddening satire 
craftsman of histories 
cherishing pupils 
looking after binding principles 
distinguishing the intricacies of language 
moving toward music 
propagation of good wisdom 
enriching nobility 
ennobling non-nobles 
exalting names 
relating praises 
through the working of law 
comparing of ranks 
pure weighing of nobility 
with fair words of the wise 
with streams of sages, 
the noble brew in which is boiled 
the true root of all knowledge 
which bestows after duty 
which is climbed after diligence 
which poetic ecstasy sets in motion 
which joy turns 
which is revealed through sorrow; 
it is lasting power 
undiminishing protection 
I sing of the Cauldron of Motion 

What is this motion? Not hard; an artistic turning or artistic after-turning or artistic journey, i.e., it bestows good wisdom and nobility and honor after turning. 

The Cauldron of Motion 
bestows, is bestowed 
extends, is extended 
nourishes, is nourished 
magnifies, is magnified 
invokes, is invoked 
sings, is sung 
preserves, is preserved 
arranges, is arranged 
supports, is supported. 

Good is the well of measuring 
good is the dwelling of speech 
good is the confluence of power 
which builds up strength. 

It is greater than every domain 
it is better than every inheritance, 
it brings one to knowledge 
adventuring away from ignorance.