110 In the hope of detracting our most comely army.
And the song of another country will flee always.
He knows not a hiding-place for my goods, and where
will be a shelter?

They raise a barking, like a bear from the mountain.
To pay flattery their country will bleed.

Again shall come the toil of spears, fierce and sharp :
The friend shall not spare the body of his companion.
Again shall come the head of a salmon without brains;
Again shall come widowed women and spare horses.
Again shall come a terrible shout from the assault of
the warriors,

120 And many hands unequal before scattering armies.
The messengers of death met together,

When stood carcases according to their origin,
The tax will be avenged and the value daily,
And the many messages on the false army.

V.

The Cymry have prevailed through the rencounter,
Completely unanimous of one voice, of one faith.
The Cymry have prevailed to cause battle.

And the tribes of many a country they will collect,
And the holy banner of David they will raise,
130 To lead the Gwyddyl through the dark blue sea.
And the faction of Dublin with us stood,

When they come to the battle, they will not deny them

selves;

They will ask the Saxons what they seek:

How much of debt from the country they hold?

Whence is their route when they settled?

Whence their generation? from what land did they come?
Since the time of Gwrtheyrn they trample upon us.
Truth will not be obtained in the land of discord.

Did they not trample entirely on the privilege of our

saints?

140 Did they not entirely break through the miracles of

David?

The Cymry will keep themselves, when they visit.

The Allmyn will not go from the places they stand on,
Until they shall have paid seven times the value of
what they did.

And death shall scatter to the value of their wrong.

The kin of Garmawn will pay of honour,

In four years and four hundred.

Valiant men long-haired, the Lord will incite :

And a driving of the Saxons from Iwerdon there will be.
Thence will come from Lengo, a wanton fleet.
150 The battle was ruined, the armies were torn.

There will come from Alclud, men, bold, faithful,
To drive from Prydein bright armies.

There will come from Llydaw, a seasonable ally,
Warriors from their war-horses will not regard their origin.
Saxons on all sides into disgrace will come ;

Their age has passed away; there is not a country.
Death has been accomplished to the black auxiliary.
Disease and duty will deliver us,

After gold and silver and what is congenial.

160 Let a bush be their shelter in reward of their bad faith. Let the sea be, let an anchor be, their counsellors.

Let gore be, let death be, their auxiliary.

Cynan and Cadwaladyr, mighty in armies ;

They will be honoured until judgment: prosperity will

attend them.

Two tenacious chiefs; profound their counsel.

Two that will overcome the Saxons, with the aid of the

Lord.

Two generous ones, two treasurers of a merchant's country.

Two fearless ones, ready, of one fortune, of one faith.
Two exalters of Prydein of bright armies.

170 Two bears do not know shame barking daily.

Druids foretell what great things will happen.

From Mynaw to Llydaw in their hands will be.
From Dyved to Thanet they will possess.
From the light to the ground along their Abers.
Their chief partly paid for the land.

A nakedness on Cynon, Saxons will not be.
The Gwyddyl will return to their native country,
The Cymry will raise up a mighty auxiliary.
Armies about ale from the tumult of soldiers.
180 And the kings of God that have kept their faith
Will summon to every fleet trouble will end;
And Cynan will reconcile them with each other.
Cynon will not call in as combatants,

Save the Cechmyn of Cadwaladyr, and his merchants.
Like a Cymro, joyful of speech he will be,
About the afflicted isle swarms will cease;

When the carcases stand according to their race,

Even to Aber Santwic it will be noised,

That the Allmyn are about to emigrate abroad, 190 One after another, breaking afresh upon their race. The Saxons at anchor on the sea always.

The Cymry venerable until doomsday shall be supreme
They will not seek books nor be covetous of poets.
The presage of this isle will be no other than this.
We will praise the King that created heaven and earth.
May David be a leader to the combatants.

Ynyr in Gelli Caer for God he is;

He will not die, he will not run away, he will not

exhaust;

He will not fade, he will not fail, he will not bend, he

will not tremble.

LX.

BOOK OF TALIESSIN XLVII.

Text, vol. ii. p. 202. Notes, vol. ii. p. 419.

HE Awen foretells the hastening of
The multitude, possessed of wealth and peace,
And a bountiful sovereign, and eloquent princes,
And after tranquillity, commotion in every place.
The seven sons of Beli arose.

Caswallawn, and Lludd, and Cestuddyn,

Diwed, Plo, Coll, Iago from the land of Prydyn. A country boiling will be made as far as Balaon. Tired out their nails, ready for journeying their reins. 10 Borderers of a ravaging country.

The Cymry lost all their bounty.

In the alliance of the sovereign's servants,

Llyminawg will appear

Who will be an ambitious man,

To subdue Mona,

And to ruin Gwynedd,

From its extremity to its centre.

From its beginning, from its end,
And to take its pledges.

20 Persevering his face,

He will submit to none,

Whether Cymry or Saxons.

A person will come from concealment,

That will make an universal stain of red,
And a battle of strifes.

Another will come,
Far-extending his armies,

A triumph to the Brython.

LXI.

BOOK OF TALIESSIN LIII.

Text, vol. ii. p. 211. Notes, vol. ii. p. 421.

1. RULY there will be to me a Roman friend.
Possibly from the son of another man he will cause
Before him that he heard the expanding tumult.
And an array and flow of blood on his enemy.

And let horses sound, and the multitude (be) merciful. They would cut, they would greatly assemble in the sword of conflict.

Ravens and eagles adore blood.

The ruddy path of the violent bear is fearless.

Let Cadwaladyr rise ardent and gleaming

On the face of the embattled hosts of vigorous countries.

II. Truly there will be to me a day-share of frailties,
A vow of prophecy in the first beginning.

Years victorious, an excess of extensive rights.
When winter overspreads, sharp the steering of ships.
Confined the flow of harmony, courteous, respiring.
Glorious the appearance of the torrent on the top of

the waves.

The swans resort round the morsel on the face of the

surges.

Bear and lion empty the bright pools.

The boundary depends upon crimson spears.

Too much is sought chastisement, a caution to the fronts.

Before his ranks and great possessions,

Creeds fall, collars are broken by the crowds in front. To the combat of Cadwaladyr, of splendidly-read fame, There arose a dragon from the south,

By a free youth he was slain on a Thursday.