The first address will be herad when this is read.
Which one was first: was id darkness, was it light?
Or Adam, when he lived, which day was he created?
Or in a chasm, what was it's foundation?
He who is a legionary, but not in intention
est qui peccator for the numerous
They lost the land of heaven, realm of priests
Morning, say the obstinate
If they received three spheres
Angles and sensible Irishmen
They make war
When night and day come
When there is a grey eagle
When the darkness of night comes
When the linnet is green
Great if unfettered
From whence did i not see
Where there are three water sources
The mountain, she knows
That which lies in the fortress encampment.
Beneath the wave we find it
Phantom greeter
Which one is the porter?
Who performed the service of prayer
For the son of of gently Mary
What greater measure, lord,
Did Adam do?
What is the extent of Uffern,
How dense the veil?
How wide its maws?
What size its boulders?
Or the crowns of bare trees
Why are we released so crookedly?
Or what are the specialities of Môn
Which lie in their roots?
Or Lleu and Gwydion
Will they perform magics?
Or do they know the book of the lord?
When will they do?
When night and flood-tide come
Whence will be death?
Whither goes night from day?
When it comes it shall not oppressive be
Pater noster ambulo
gentis tonans in adjuvando
sibilem signum
rogantes fortium
Because of the worthy there shall be dignity about the valleys
because they seek, the two wizards
The fortress of Cerwiddan Cerinddydd
Lest they increase the entreaties of Pector Dafydd
So great their enjoyment
Beneath the frothy wave
I am found in passion
The groaning of the Cymry
The rending of the spirit is proof
Against the stirring of his people
Cymry, chief amongst the wretched
Where the mass was lost
An agonized wail above a friend
At the famous battle
They brought great shame
sea-steeds of thy inshore,
Angles in their multitude
Who beheld the signs —
A slaughtering of Saxons
Two kings not in Zion
From the leader naught was heard
The chief constructor is satisfied
Against the joyous Picts
Marini Brython
Foretold this
The reaping of that which was sown
About the river Severn
Leather, supple and elegantly formed
Ffis amala, ffur, fir, sel
The graves of the wretched; theirs for an age
Hail the creator, light of the gentile
day of the gospel's glories
short the vexations of the wall's retinue
Cornu ameni dur
I have been with artful men
with Math or with Gofannon
With Eunydd [confusing mist], with Elestron [Fleur-de-Lys]
my journey with the furrow-maker
A year in Gofannon's fortress
I am old, I am new, I am Gwion
I am complete, I am the wisdom of Keinion
They stole the Brython's yearnings
The cunning armed Irishmen
Drunken mead-makers
I am bard, I am at one with the deer
I am a leader, I am wise in a contest
It is worthless to sow, for he who plougs, sows, but does not reap.
A friar is worthless in his refrectory
bardic puzzle; our pride increases
And they assembled above the mead-vessels
And they sang beautiful verse
and they sought nonexistent reward
without law, without justice, without giving
and after that to procphesy
There will be was and there will be a commotion
Do not pray for peace, it shall not be
The rulers of heaven are foremost in your prayers
From your kneeling, abode of his praise
Lord, glorius king, greets me courteously
did you see the dominus fortis [brave lord]
The profound predictions of god
To the advantage of Uffern
hic nemo in por progenie
He released his multitude
Dominus virtutum
The bondsmen were gathered
este iste est
And before I become doddering
Upon the lord, doubtless, the blessings from the oak be unto god
and before I desire the end of my creation
And before the foamy sputum collects about my lips
And before my joining with wooden slats
May my soul be resurrected
Book-knowledge scacrely informs me of
The affliction of darkness after death
On the praise of those who heard my foremost books
They shall purchase the land of heaven and posess the best [thereof]