"Deu vi luossauc yntrydar.
Ny pheidun rug deulu heb uyar
Neu vi a elwir gorlassar.
Vygwreys bu enuys ym hescar.
Neu vi tywyssauc yn tywyll
Am rithuy am duy pen kawell.
Neu vi eil kawyl yn ardu.
Ny pheidun heb uyar rug deulu.
Neu via amuc vy achlessur.
Yn difant a charant casnur.
Neur ordyfneis i waet am uythur.
Cledyfal hydyr rac meibon caurnur.
Neu vi araunus vy echlessur.
Nauuetran yg gurhyt arthur.
Neu vi a torreis cant kaer.
Neu vi aledeis cant maer.
Neu vi arodeis cant llen.
Neu vi aledeis cant pen.
Neu vi arodeis i henpen,
Cledyfaur goruaur gyghallen.
Neu vi oreu terenhyd
Hayarndor edeithor penmynyd.
Ym gueduit ym gofit, hydyr oed gyhir.
Nyt oed vyt ny bei fy eissillyd.
Miduyf bard moladuy yghywreint.
Poet y gan vrein ac eryr ac uytheint.
Auacdu ae deubu y gymeint.
Pan ymbyrth petrywyr rug duy geint.
Drigyau y nef oed ef vychwant.
Rac eryr rac ofyn amheirant.
Uyf bard ac uyf telynaur.
Uy pibyd ac uy crythaur.
Seith vgein kerdaur dygoruaur
Gyghallen. Bu kalch vri vriniat.
Hu escyll edeinat.
Dy vab dy veirdnat
Dy veir dewndat.
Vyn tauaut y traethu vy marunat.
Handit o meinat gurth glodyat
Byt pryt prydein huyscein ymhullat.
Guledic nef ygkennaden nam doat."
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"Am I not with hosts making a din?
I would not cease, between two hosts, without gore.
Am I not he that is called Gorlassar?
My belt was a rainbow to my foe.
Am I not a prince, in darkness,
(To him) that takes my appearance with my two chief baskets?
Am I not, like Cawyl, ploughing?
I would not cease without gore between two hosts.
Is it not I that will defend my sanctuary?
In separating with the friends of wrath.
Have I not been accustomed to blood about the wrathful,
A sword-stroke daring against the sons of Cawrnur?
Have I not shared my cause.
A ninth portion in the prowess of Arthur?
Is it not I that have destroyed a hundred Caers?
Is it not I that slew a hundred governors?
Is it not I that have given a hundred veils?
Is it not I that cut off a hundred heads?
Is it not I that gave to Henpen
The tremendous sword of the enchanted?
Is it not I that performed the rights of purification,
When Hayarndor went to the top of the mountain?
I was bereaved to my sorrow. My confidence was commensurate.
There was not a world were it not for my progeny.
I am a bard to be praised. The unskilful
May he be possessed by the ravens and eagle and bird of wrath.
Avagddu came to him with his equal,
When the bands of four men feed between two plains.
Abiding in heaven was he, my desire,
Against the eagle, against the fear of the unskilful.
I am a bard, and I am a harper,
I am a piper, and I am a crowder.
Of seven score musicians the very great
Enchanter. There was of the enamelled honour the privilege,
Hu of the expanded wings.
Thy son, thy barded proclamation, Thy steward, of a gifted father.
My tongue to recite my death-song.
If of stone-work the opposing wall of the world.
May the countenance of Prydain be bright for my guidance,
Sovereign of heaven, let my messages not be rejected."
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