Smooth its songs, on its festival,

And my intelligent Lord, a splendid distributor,
Before he went into his grave, in the boundary of
the Llan,

He gave me mead and wine from a crystal cup.

v. A pleasant Caer there is on the shore of the gulf,
Pleasantly is given to every one his share.

I know in Dinbych, white with sea-mews,
A mild associate, the lord of Erlysan.
He was my law, on New Year's eve,

His song (was) solace, the king of splendid war.
And a veil of green colour, and possessing a feast.
This may I be, a tongue over the bards of Prydain.

VI. A pleasant Caer there is, that is supported with gifts, Mine were its fords, should I have chosen.

I will not speak of the progress of the law that I

had kept,

He deserves not a New Year's gift that knows not this.
The writing of Prydain, anxious care,

While the waves continue to be agitated about it,

If necessary, far into a cell I would penetrate.

VII. A pleasant Caer there is, rising up,

May we have shares in its meads and praises.
Pleasant on its boundary the sending forth of its
chieftains.

A cormorant approaches me, long its wings,

There comes to the top of the scream of the sea-birds.
Wrath within fate, let it penetrate the sands and stones,

And the gray wolf the best of conflicts.

May there be derived from above the banquet

The blessing of the beneficent Ruler of Heaven's
harmonious heights (be)

Upon them; may He make denizens (there) the
worthies of Owain.

VIII. A pleasant Caer there is on the margin of the flood.
Pleasantly is given to every (one) his desire.

Address thou Gwyned, be thine the increase.
The dartings of the terrible spears were poured forth.
Wednesday, I saw men in distress,

Thursday, to their disgrace they returned.

And there were crimsoned hair, and clamorous woe.
Exhausted were the men of Gwyned the day that they

came.

And on Cevn Llech Vaelwy shields they will break.
They fell at the Cevn, a host of kinsmen.

XXVI.

BLACK BOOK OF CAERMARTHEN VIII.

Text, vol. ii. p. 10. Notes, vol. ii. p. 329.

1. HE three depredatory horses of the Isle of
Prydain :-

Carnawlawg, the horse of Owain the son of Urien ;
Bucheslwm Seri, the horse of Gwgawn Gleddyvrudd ;
And Tavawd hir Breich-hir, the horse of Cadwallawn
the son of Cadvan.

II. The three draught-horses of the Isle of Prydain Arvul Melyn, the horse of Pasgen the son of Urien ; Du Hir Terwenydd, the horse of Selyv the son of

Cynan Garwyn;

And Drudlwyd, the horse of Rhydderch Hael.

III. The three spirited horses of the Isle of Prydain :-
Gwineu Goddwf Hir, the horse of Cai;

Rhuthr Eon Tuth Blaidd, the horse of Gilbert the

son of Cadgyffro;

And Ceincaled, the horse of Gwalchmai.

IV. The three high-mettled horses of the Isle of Prydain :Lluagor, the horse of Caradawg;

And Melynlas, the horse of Caswallawn the son of

Beli.

XXVIII.

BOOK OF TALIESSIN XXV.

Text, vol. ii. p. 175. Notes, vol. ii. p. 409.

ET broke out with matchless fury.

The rapid vehement fire.

Him we praise above the earth,

Fire, the fiery meteor of the dawn.

Above the high gale,

Higher than every cloud.

Great his animal.

He will not delay

Nor the wedding-feast of Llyr.

10. His path is like a water-course,
Thy rage in the chief streams.
The dawn smiles, repelling gloom,
At the dawn with violence,
At every meet season,

At the meet season of his turnings,
At the four stages of his course,
I will extol him that judges violence,
Of the strong din, deep his wrath.

I am not a man, cowardly, gray,

20. A scum near the wattle.

The illusion of my two relatives,

Two groans of affliction without appetite.

From my hand to thy hand God will give naught.

Thrice three protections,

Returning to the old places,

With a steed used to the field. 2

And the steed of Genethawg,

And the steed of Caradawg,
Perfect for travelling.

30. And the steed of Gwythur,
And the steed of Gwarddur,

And the steed of Arthur.

Dauntless to cause an ache,

And the steed of Taliessin,

And the steed of Lleu half domesticated,

And of Pebyr, the dark gray of the grove.

And Grei, the steed of Cunin.

Cornan stubborn in the conflict,

Of ardent desires,

40. The Black, from the seas famous,

The steed of Brwyn, betrayer of the country.

And the three cloven-footed ones

They will not go a journey conveniently,

The terrible steed of Ceidaw,

A hoof with bribery on it.
Mottle-shouldered Ysgodig
The steed of Llemenig

The horse of Rhydderch Rhyddig

Of the gray colour of a pear.

50. And Llamre, full of inherent vigour,

And Froenvoll of a vigorous growth,
The steed of Sadyrnin,

And the steed of Constantine.

And others handling,

For the country, the smart of foreigners.
The good Henwyn brought

A tale from Hiraddug.

I have been a sow, I have been a buck,

I have been a sage, I have been a snout, 60. I have been a horn, I have been a wild sow,

I have been a shout in battle.

I have been a torrent on the slope,

I have been a wave on the extended shore.

I have been the light sprinkling of a deluge,

I have been a cat with a speckled head on three trees.
I have been a circumference, I have been a head.
A goat on an elder-tree.

I have been a crane well filled, a sight to behold.
Very ardent the animals of Morial,

70. They kept a good stock.

Of what is below the air, say the hateful men,
Too many do not live, of those that know me.

I.

XXIX.

THE VERSES OF THE GRAVES.

BLACK BOOK OF CAERMARTHEN XIX.

Text, vol. ii. p. 28. Notes, vol. ii. p. 341.

1. HE graves which the rain bedews?

Men that were not accustomed to afflict me:

Cerwyd, and Cywryd, and Caw.

II. The graves which the thicket covers?

They would not succumb without avenging themselves :
Gwryen, Morien, and Morial.