XIV. There will be a state when they will delight in order; Even the churl will do a good turn;

The maid will be handsome, and the youth resolute.

xv. There will be a state towards the end of the age, When from adversity the young will fail,

And in May cuckoos die of cold.

XVI. There will be a state when they will delight in hunting-dogs,

And build in intricate places;

And a shirt without great cost cannot be obtained.

XVII. There will be a state when they will delight in oaths; Vice will be active, and churches neglected;

Words as well as relics will be broken,

Truth will disappear, and falsehood spread;

Faith will be weak, and disputings on alternate days.

XVIII. There will be a state when they will delight in clothes; The counsellor of a lord will be a vagrant of a bailiff; Empty-handed the bard, gay the priest;

Men will be despised, refusals frequent.

XIX. There will be a state without wind, without rain, Without too much ploughing, without too much consuming,

Land enough will one acre be for nine.

xx. When the men will come without manliness, And corn grow in the place of trees,

In peace everywhere feasts will be prevalent.

XXI. When the cubit shall be held in esteem, trees in spring There will be after the chief of mischief:

Let the cowhouse post be worse than a coulter.

XXII. Wednesday, a day of enmity,

Blades will be completely worn out;

They will conceal two in the blood of Cynghen.

XXIII. In Aber Sor there will be a council

On men after the devastation of battle,

A happy ruler is a leader in the camp.

XXIV. In Aber Avon will be the host of Mona,
And Angles after that will be at Hinwedon;
His valour will Moryon long preserve.

XXV. In Aber Dwvyr the leader will not hold out,
When that which will be performed by Gwidig will

take place,

And after the battle of Cyvarllug.

XXVI. A battle will be on the river Byrri,

And the Brython will be victorious;

The men of Gwhyr will perform acts of heroism.

XXVII. In Aber Don a battle will ensue,

And the shafts will be unequal,

And crimson blood on the brow of Saxons.

Servile is thy cry, thou Gwendydd!

Have told it me the ghosts

Of the mountain, in Aber Carav.

I. BLESSED is the birch in the valley of the Gwy,
Whose branches will fall off one by one, two by two,
It will remain when there will be a battle in Ardudwy,

And the lowing together of cattle about the ford of

Mochnwy,

And spears and shouting at Dyganwy,

And Edwin bearing sway in Mona,
And youths pale and light

In ruddy clothes commanding them.

II. Blessed is the birch in Pumlumon,

Which will see when the front of the stag shall be exalted,
And which will see the Franks clad in mail,

And about the hearth food for whelps,

And monks frequently riding on steeds.

III. Blessed is the birch in the heights of Dinwythwy,
Which will know when there shall be a battle in Ardudwy,
And spears uplifted around Edrywy,

And a bridge on the Taw, and another on the Tawy,
And another, on account of a misfortune, on the two

banks of the Gwy,

And the artificer that will make it, let his name be Garwy;
And may the principal of Mona have dominion over it.
Women will be under the Gynt, and men in affliction.
Happier than I is he who will welcome

The time of Cadwaladyr: a song he may sing!

LXVII.

BLACK BOOK OF CAERMARTHEN XVIII.

Text, vol. ii. p. 21. Notes, vol. ii.

p. 338.

I. LISTEN, O little pig! thou happy little pig!

Bury not thy snout on the top of the mountain;

Burrow in a secluded place in the woods,

For fear of the hunting dogs of Rydderch, the champion

of the faith.

And I will prognosticate, and it will be true,

As far as Aber Taradyr, before the usurpers of Prydein,

All the Cymry will be under the same warlike leader;
His name is Llywelyn, of the line

Of Gwynedd, one who will overcome.

II. Listen, O little pig! it is necessary to go,

For fear of the hunters of Mordei, if one dared,

Lest we be pursued and discovered;

And should we escape, I shall not complain of fatigue.
And I will predict, in respect of the ninth wave,

And in respect of the single white-bearded person, who
exhausted Dyved,

Who erected a chancel in the land for those of partial
belief,

In the upland region, and among wild beasts.
Until Cynan comes to it, to see its distress,
Her habitations will never be restored.

III. Listen, O little pig! I cannot easily sleep,

On account of the tumult of grief which is upon me;
Ten years and forty have I endured pain;

Evil is the joy which I now have.

May life be given me by Jesus, the most trustworthy
Of the kings of heaven, of highest lineage!

It will not be well with the female descendants of Adam,

If they believe not in God, in the latter day.

I have seen Gwenddoleu, with the precious gifts of princes,
Gathering prey from every extremity of the land;

Beneath my green sod is he not still!

The chief of sovereigns of the North, of mildest disposition.

IV. Listen, O little pig! it was necessary to pray,

For fear of the five sovereigns from Normandi;
And the fifth going over the salt sea,

To conquer Iwerdon with its pleasant towns;
He will cause war and confusion,

And ruddy arms and groanings in it.

And they, certainly, will come from it,

And do honour on the grave of Dewi.

And I will predict that there will be confusion

From the fighting of son and father, the country shall

know it;

And that there will be to the Lloegrians the falling of cities,

And that deliverance will never be to Normandi.

v. Listen, O little pig! be not drowsy;

There comes to us a sad report

Of petty chieftains full of perjury

And husbandmen that are close-fisted of the penny. When there shall come over the sea men completely covered with armour,

With war-horses under them, having two faces,

And two points on their terribly destructive spears;
There will be ploughing without reaping in the world of

war;

The grave will be better than life to all the wretched;
Horns will be on the women of the four quarters;
When the vigorous young men shall become corpses,
There will be a severe morning in Caer Sallawg.

VI. Listen, O little pig! thou pig of peace!
A Sibyl has told me a wonderful tale;
And I will predict a summer full of fury,
Between brothers, treachery from Gwynedd.

When a pledge of peace shall long be required from the

land of Gwynedd,

There shall come seven hundred ships of the Gynt with

the north wind;

And in Aber Dau their conference will be.