And the Dagda took his harp and swept his hand across the strings in three great, solemn chords.
达格达拿起魔琴，在琴弦上用手重重地扫出三个庄严的弦音。
And while they were in the midst of their banqueting, the door was suddenly burst open, and the Dagda stood there, with his men.
当佛莫瑞人的宴会进行得正酣时，城堡的门突然被撞开了，达格达和他的战士们就站在那里。
Once more the Dagda touched his harp, but very, very softly. And now a music stole forth as soft as dreams, and as sweet as joy: it was the magic Music of Sleep.
当达格达再一次轻轻地触弄他的魔琴时，一种甜蜜、轻柔，如梦似幻的音乐悄悄地流淌出来：这就是美梦的乐音。
When they were all deep in slumber, the Dagda took his magic harp, and he and his golden-haired warriors stole softly away, and came in safety to their own homes again.
等他们都睡熟了，达格达拿起魔琴，带着金发战士们悄悄地离开了，平安地回到了他们自己的领地。
When they were all deep in slumber, the Dagda took his magic harp, and he and his golden-haired warriors stole softly away, and came in safety to their own homes again.
等他们都睡熟了，达格达拿起魔琴，带着金发战士们悄悄地离开了，平安地回到了他们自己的领地。
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