| GORCHAN TUDFWLCH (Detholion) | from THE GORCHAN OF TUDFWLCH |
| Aneirin | trans. Prof.A.O.H.Jarman |
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Arf anghynnull, Anghyman ddull, ....Twrf yn angwedd I rag meuwedd, I rag mawrwedd, ....I rag mariedd ... Tarianau ban, Am Dâl Henban ....Bu edrysedd ... Pubell beleidr, Pefr pryd neidr ....O lwch nadredd, Gwelydd ydd wyd, Gwelyddon rwyd, ....Rhiain garedd. Carud freiddfyw, Carwn dy fyw, ....Fur hyŵredd. Camhwrog darw, Cwynaf dy farw, ....Carud ddyhedd, Baran môr Yng nghynnor gw Ef gwrthodes Ar lles peues ....Pedwar lliwed, Pedwar miled ....Miledawr byd, Aesawr yn nellt A llafn yng ngwallt, ....Ais obedror. Gŵr gwyllias O gyrn glas ....Medd meitin; Gŵr teithïor O blith porffor, ....Porthloedd byddin ... Er medd a chwrf Yr aethant twrf ....Tros eu hawffin. Gwyalfan waith, Er cadw cyfraith, ....Bu cyfiewin; Cynan, Cynon, Teithfyw o Fôn, ....Ar fraint gorllin; Tudfwlch, Cyfwlch A oreu fwlch ....Ar fan caerau. Gan Fynyddog Bu adfeilliog ....Eu gwirodau. Blwyddyn hiraeth Er gw ....A'm maeth, ys mau; Eu llafnau dur, Eu medd yn bur ....O fualau. Arf anghynnull, Anghyman ddull, ....Twrf neus ciglau. ... ... |
Scattered weapons, Broken ranks, ....A host hard pressed In the presence of riches, In the presence of magnificence, ....In the presence of splendour ... Of loud thunderous cries Around Tâl Henban ....There was abundance ... With spear-shaft eyes, Shining snake-like ....From the snakes' lair, A champion art thou, Ensnarer of champions, ....The desire of a maiden. Thou didst love a life of danger, I loved thee alive, ....Rampart of valour. Heroic bull, I mourn thy death, ....Thou didst love war, The fury of the sea In the vanguard of warriors ... He repulsed For the sake of the land ....Four hosts, Four armies ....Of the armies of the world With shattered shields And blade in hair, ....Javelins scattered. A man of frenzy From the pale horns ....Of morning mead; A man of qualities From among the purple, ....The haven of an army ... For mead and ale A host advanced ....Over their boundary. In the work of the place of spears, Faithful to his bond, ....He was constant; Cynan, Cynon, Teithfyw from Môn, ....As a great host; Tudfwlch, Cyfwlch Made a breach ....On the top of strongholds. On account of Mynyddog Bitter were ....Their drinks. A year of longing For the men of Catraeth, ....Who nurtured me, is mine; For their steel blades, Their mead pure ....From drinking-horns. Scattered weapons, Broken ranks, ....I heard the uproar. ... ... |
Trans. Copyright © A.O.H.Jarman 1988 - publ. Gomer Press