It is greater glory, That Urien and his children should exist. And he especially The supreme Guledig. In a distant city, A principal pilgrim, The Lloegrians know him, When they converse. Death they had, 20 And frequent vexation, Burning their homesteads, And drawing their coverings. And great incomprehension, Without obtaining deliverance From Urien Reged. The protector of Reged, The praise of Ior, the anchor of the country. My inclination is on thee, 30 Of every hearing. Heavy thy spear-throwing, Fire in houses before day, Before the sovereign of the cultivated plain, The most fair cultivated plain, And its most generous men. The Angles are accustomed to be without homage 40 From most valiant king. A most valiant progeny, Thine is the best. Of those who have been, or will be, There is not thy match. When he is looked upon, It is usual to look for him, For an active king. Around him a modest demeanour, 50 And the varied multitude, The splendid prince of the North, And when I fail in age, In the sore necessity of death, If I praise not Urien. XL. BOOK OF TALIESSIN XXXIII. Text, vol. ii. p. 185. Notes, vol. ii. p. 412. EN rest, Respect and plenty His triumph, And fair lands, A great wonder. And gold and hour, 10 And hour and treasure, And plenty And esteem. And giving a desire, A desire of giving it, To encourage me. He slays, he plagues, He cherishes, he honours, He honours, he cherishes, He slays before him. 20 Presence was given To the bards of the world. Ever certainly To thee they say According to thy will. God hath caused to thee The protection of a country. 30 The country protected Battle of incitement Usual about thee The tumult of capering, The capering of tumult And a fair homestead, 40 The lofty Llwyvenydd, And requests open. Great and little. Taliessin's song. Thou comfortest it. Thou art the best Of those that have heard · His vehement animosities. I also will praise 50 Thy deeds. And until I fail in old age, In the sore necessity of death, If I praise not Urien. XLI. BOOK OF TALIESSIN XXXIV. Text, vol. ii. p. 187. Notes, vol. ii. p. 413. EN one year One that provides Wine and bounty and mead, And manliness without enmity, And a musician excelling, With a swarm of spears about him. With ribbands at their heads, And their fair appearances. Every one went from his presence, 10 They came into the conflict, Purposing the affair of Mynaw. Advantage flowing about his hand. Of calves and cows. I should not be joyful 20 If Urien were slain. He is dear before he went. A Saxon shivering, trembling, With hair white-washed, And a bier his destiny, With a bloody face. For the blood of men a little protected. And a man of the intrenchment persevering, Whose wife is a widow. Mine is the wine of the prince, 30 Mine is the wine of frequent parties, My chance, my aid, my head. Since the rising up will not cause A striking fronting one another. What is the noise: is it the earth that quakes? Or is it the sea that swells? Whitened, clinging together, against the infantry. Is it not Urien that terrifies? 50 Nor will one sneeze or two Protect from death. He would not be on famine With spoils surrounding him. Over-querulous, trailing, of a blue tint. Killing his enemy. And until I fail in old age, May I not be smiling, 60 If I praise not Urien. |