Cynddylan
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Come outside, ladies, look at the land of Cynddylan.
In the courtyard of Pengwern the fire rages:
woe to the young people who wish for the return of their brothers
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A single tree in a forest in peril,
that he escapes is a rare thing.
Whatever God wants.
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Cynddylan, heart cold as winter,
you who stabbed a boar in the head;
you paid dearly for the beer of the Tern.
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Cynddylan at heart like a heather fire in the spring
because of the gift of the enemy,
defending the Tern, a desolate city.
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Cynddylan, ardent defender of the borders,
covered in mail, stubborn in battle,
defending the Tern, his heritage.
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Cynddylan, wise, fiery spirit,
covered in mail, steadfast leader of the troop,
defended the Tern as long as he lived.
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Cynddylan, greyhound-hearted,
when he fell in the tumult
of battle, he used to slaughter.
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Cynddylan, hawk-hearted,
hawk, wild and voracious,
Cyndrwyn's steadfast young wolf.
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Cynddylan, wild boar-hearted,
when it came down to the heart
of the fight, there were two layers of corpses.
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Cynddylan, a Culhwch-like warrior, a lion,
a fighting wolf,
the boar will not return to his father's city.
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Cynddylan, as long as he was allowed to live
her heart was so happy
…… for beer as for battle.
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Cynddylan Powys, you had a splendid purple coat,
a warehouse to feed guests, like a lord;
Cyndrwyn's young wolf is mourned.
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Cynddylan the Handsome, son of Cyndrwyn.
a man cannot wear a beard under his nose
if he is not better than a damsel.
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Cynddylan, you are a fighter,
you decided that your hair wouldn't turn white,
near Trebwll your shield is broken.
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Cynddylan, block the slope
where the Angles come by the Tern.
Worry for a man is ineffective.
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Cynddylan, block the way
where the Angles come by the Tern
A solitary tree is not called a forest.
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How painful my heart finds
to join the white flesh to the black planks
from Cynddylan to the Hundred Troops.
Staffell Gynddylan (Cynddylan's Great Hall)
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Cynddylan's hall is dark tonight,
without fire, without bed.
I will cry for a while; after which I will be silent.
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Cynddylan's hall is dark tonight
without fire, without candle.
Except God, who will restore my sanity?
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Cynddylan's hall is dark tonight,
without fire, without light.
The pain comes to me because of you.
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Cynddylan's great hall its roof is black
after receiving good company.
Pain that it is not the good that happens.
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Cynddylan's great hall, it's become formless.
Your shield is in the grave.
As long as he was alive, the door was locked.
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Cynddylan's hall is loveless tonight
after the one who owned it.
O Death, why does he leave me behind?
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Cynddylan's great hall, uncomfortable tonight,
on top of a large rock,
without lord, without company, without soldiers.
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Cynddylan's hall is dark tonight,
without fire, without songs.
Tears devastate the cheeks.
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Cynddylan's hall is dark tonight,
without fire, without war troops.
Abundant [my tears] where it fell.
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Cynddylan's great hall: his spectacle saddens me,
without roofs, without fire.
My lord is dead, but I am alive.
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Cynddylan's hall is destroyed tonight,
while his warriors were prepared:
Elfan and Cynddylan gold adorned.
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Cynddylan's Great Hall is rough tonight
after the respect I enjoyed,
without warriors, without the women who maintained them.
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Cynddylan's Great Hall is just boring tonight
after losing his lord.
Great compassionate God, what shall I do?
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Cynddylan's great hall its roof is dark,
after the English felled
Cynddylan and Elfan Powys.
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Cynddylan's hall is sad tonight,
without the children of the Cyndrwynin:
Cynon and Gwion and Gwyn.
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Cynddylan's Great Hall constantly saddens me
after the big celebrations
that I have seen around his hearths.
Eryr Eli (The Eagle of the Eli River)
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Eli's eagle, its cry is piercing [tonight],
he drank [to] a stream of blood:
the heart-blood of Cynddylan the Beautiful.
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Eli's eagle cried loudly tonight,
he bathed in the blood of warriors.
He is in the wood; a heavy pain overwhelms me.
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Eli's eagle that I hear tonight,
he is bloody; I will not challenge him.
He is in the wood; a heavy pain overwhelms me.
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Eli's eagle, the most painful tonight
in the beautiful valley of Meisir!
The land of Brochfael, deeply afflicted.
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Eli's eagle looks over the seas,
does not spear fish in estuaries.
He demands the blood of warriors.
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Eli's eagle flies over the woods [tonight],
his feast is sufficient.
The violence of the one who feeds it triumphs.
Eryr Pengwern (The Eagle of Pengwern)
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Pengwern's eagle, gray claws [tonight]
its shrill cry is piercing
greedy for the flesh [that I loved]
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Pengwern's eagle, gray claws [tonight]
its piercing cry is shrill
hungry for Cynddylan's flesh.
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Pengwern's eagle, gray claws [tonight]
its greenhouse is erected,
hungry for the flesh I love.
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Pengwern's eagle will call far tonight,
he will wait for the blood of warriors.
Tern is called a desolate town.
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Pengwern's eagle calls far away tonight,
he waits for the blood of warriors
Tern is called a ghost town.
Eglwysseu Bassa (The Church of Bassa)
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Bassa's church is his resting place tonight,
his final resting place,
support in battle, the heart of the people of Argoed.
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Bassa's church collapses this evening.
My tongue is the cause.
She is red ; my pain is too great.
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Bassa's church is small this evening;
for the heir of Cyndrwynin:
the land of the tomb of Cynddylan the Fair.
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The church of Bassa is fallow this evening,
his clover is bloody.
It's red ; my heart is too full.
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The church of Bassa has lost its honor,
after the angle warriors killed
Cynddylan and Elfan Powys.
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The church of Bassa is ruined this evening;
his warriors did not survive.
The men and warriors know me here.
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The church of Bassa is glowing embers this evening
and I am distressed.
She is red ; my pain is too great.
Y Dref Wen (The White City)
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The White City on the slope of the woods,
this was always his destiny:
on the surface of his grass, his blood.
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The White City in its lands,
its destiny, green mounds:
his blood under the feet of his warriors.
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The White City in its valley,
raptors happy in the confusion of battle:
his people perished.
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The White City between Tern and Trodwydd,
more usual was a broken shield returning from battle
only oxen going to rest at midday.
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The White City between Tern and Trafal,
more usual was his blood on [the] meadows
than plowing fallow land.
Ffreuer
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Blessed is Ffreuer; how painful this evening,
after the loss of family.
Because of my unfortunate tongue they were massacred.
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Blessed is Ffreuer; how sinister this evening,
after Elfan's death,
and the eagle of Cyndrwynin, Cynddylan.
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It's not Ffreuer's death that torments me this evening.
Because of the slaughter of my valiant brothers,
I wake up, I cry in the morning.
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It's not Ffreuer's death that causes me grief,
from the beginning of the night to the end of the night,
I wake up, I cry at daybreak.
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It's not Ffreuer's death that causes me grief,
and makes my cheeks yellow,
and shed tears of blood at the edge of the bed.
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It is not the death of Ffreuer that I am mourning this evening.
but rather myself, weak and sick,
I deplore my brothers and my land.
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Ffreuer la belle, brothers fed you;
they did not arise from among the brave,
warriors who did not harbor fear.
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Ffreuer la belle, you had brothers;
when they heard of a mighty army,
confidence has not abandoned them.
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Myself and Ffreuer and Meddlan,
although there might be battle on all sides,
This does not worry us: our flank will not be affected.
Bugeiles lom (Pasture)
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Although the mountain may be high,
I won't let it disorient my cow.
Some find my burden light.
Afonydd (Rivers)
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Exactly on the border,
The Tern enters Roden,
thus Twrch in Marchnwy.
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Exactly in the region,
Roden enters the Tern,
thus Geirw in Alwen.
Newid Byd
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Before my covering was the hard skin of a goat,
eager for holly,
Bryn's mead intoxicated me.
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Before my covering was the hard skin of a goat,
the child fond of holly,
The Tern mead intoxicated me.
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After my brothers, from the Severn region,
and on the banks of the two Rhiws,
alas, God, that I am alive!
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After the horses massacred with red caparison
and the [large] yellow plumes,
my leg is thin, I don't have a coat.
Gorwynion
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The herds of Edeirnion did not wander;
they didn't travel with anyone
when Gorwynion lived, a good warrior.
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The herds of Edeirnion did not wander;
they did not travel with any troop
when Gorwynion lived, a wise warrior.
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The affront by a cattle thief, because of a refusal.
Dishonor will come to the one who oppresses.
I knew what was good:
blood for his companions, generous man!
Gyrthmwl
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If Gyrthmwl had been a woman, she would be weak today,
his lamentations would be resounding:
she is saved, but her warriors are destroyed.
Ercal
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The turf of Ercal covers brave men,
the descendants of Morial:
after feeding them, he reduces them to dust.
Heledd
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My name is Heledd the Wanderer.
O God, to whom are given
my brothers' horses and their land?
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Heledd the Wanderer I am greeted:
“O God, to whom are given the black caparison
of Cynddylan and her fourteen steeds? »
Gorsedd Orwynion (The Mound of Gowrwynion)
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I looked at the fallow land
from Gorwynion Mound.
Long is the course of the sun; longer my memories.
Dinlleu Vrecon (The City of Wroxeter)
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I have looked from Wroxeter,
the country of Ffreuer.
What pain for the massacre of my valiant brothers.
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A Chester horseman with him
was not ***
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Heledd
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My brothers were massacred at the same time,
Cynan, Cynddylan, Cynwraith,
defending the Tern, a desolate city.
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The princes did not trample Cynddylan's nest:
he never took a step back.
His mother did not raise a weak son.
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I had brothers, not ***
who grew up as young hazel trees.
One by one they all left.
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I had brothers that God took from me.
My misfortune is the cause.
They did not gain fame by fraud.
Hedyn
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Thin is the breeze: heavy is the sorrow.
The furrows remain;
not those who made them.
It is miserable that those who were are no more!
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Let God and men hear,
Let young and old hear:
shame on their manhood for failing Hedyn.
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When he was alive, Hedyn used to rush
at the height of the fight.
With the gray spears of a lord he rallied to him.
Caranfael
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I wonder **** back.
Wise companion, listen!
In the wild boars' den, pigs crush nuts.
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I don't know if it's mist or smoke,
or warriors in controversy:
on the prairie the battle is painful.
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I left the battlefield.
A broad shield, a fortress for strong men,
the best warrior is Caranfael.
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Caranfael, you are in turmoil.
I know your combative nature:
Often on the cheek of a warrior is a scar.
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Spreading cheerfulness, generous hand,
Cynddylan's son attracted fame; the rear guard
of Cyndrwynin was Caranfael.
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They were miserable and were disinherited
and were deprived of the inheritance which requested
Caranfael as judge.
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Caranfael, spreading cheerfulness,
distributor of praise, Cynddylan's son was no judge,
although it was desired of him.
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When Caranfael wore Cynddylan's warcoat
and shook his ash spear,
the Frank did not obtain peace from his lips.
Heledd a'i Brawd Claf (Heledd and Brawd the mangy)
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When I was well fed,
I wouldn't have lifted my thigh
for a complaining man, the mangy.
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I had brothers, too:
the boils did not afflict them.
One, Elfan, two, Cynddylan.
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He doesn't arrange his hair well like a warrior,
he doesn't deserve it.
My brothers were not mourners.
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If it weren't for death and great pain,
and the wound of gray spears,
I wouldn’t be a crybaby either.
Beddau Maes Maoddyn (The Tombs of Maes Maoddyn)
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The ice covers Maes Maoddyn:
due to the destruction of the well-fed,
There is deep snow on Erinfedd's grave.
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Rain soaks Elwyddan Mound:
Maes Maoddyn is below him.
Cynon deserves to be deplored.
Trenn (Tern)
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I had four noble brothers,
and each had a large army.
Tern does not know a black master.
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I had four princely brothers
and everyone ****
Tern does not know a legitimate master.
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Four ardent, fine, and princely brothers
that I got from Cyndrwyn.
Tern does not have a well-born master.
Chwiorydd Heledd (The Sisters of Heledd)
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When they were beautiful,
the daughters of Cyndrwyn were loved:
Heledd, Gwladus and Gwenddwyn.
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I had kind sisters.
I lost them completely:
Ffreuer, Meddwyl and Meddlan.
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I also had sisters,
I lost them all together:
Gwledyr, Meisir and Ceinfryd.
Cynddylan a Chynwraith (Cynddylan and Cynwraith)
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Cynddylan was slain, Cynwraith was slain,
defending the Tern, a desolate city.
Woe is me, for a long time I will endure their death!
Maes Cogwy
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On the land of Maes [C]ogwy, I saw
of armies, calamity of combat:
Cynddylan was an ally.
Llemenig
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Holly dries near a fire.
When I hear the loud tumult,
it is the army of ma[b M]awan de Llemenig.
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The lord authorized to sit on the platform, openly armed,
fierce, victorious dog of war,
the ardent Llemenig is a flame maker.
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