Inviting Dyddgu
Fair girl of a talented nature,
Dyddgu with the black-coloured smooth hair,
I invite you (hidden passion is anger's sustenance)
4 To the meadow of Mynafon.
A feeble invite does not suit you,
It won't be the invitation of a glutton to his shack.
Not the feast which is the reaping lad's reward,
8 Not of corn, shining green mixed corn.
Not a portion of a ploughman's dinner,
And not a peasant's meaty Shrovetide.
Not an Englishman's visit to his friend,
12 Not a celebration for a peasant's shaving knife.
I don't promise (fine ending)
To my golden one but a nightingale and mead;
A brown-backed nightingale with a gentle voice
16 And a thrush of clear, pleasant language.
Shadowy growth, and a room
Of verdant birch, was there ever a better house?
While we are out under the leaves
20 Our fine and strong birch trees will sustain us.
The birds' loft [in which] to play,
A fair grove, that's how it will be.
Nine fair-faced trees
24 There are of all the trees:
Low down a rounded circle,
Up above a green belltower.
Under them, pleasant dwelling,
28 Fresh clover, heaven's manna.
A place for two (a crowd worries them)
Or three [to spend] an hour in an instant.
A place where the fine roe deer of the mountainside come,
32 A place where a bird sings, it's a fine place.
A place of dense blackbird abodes,
A place where trees are fair, a place where hawks are
raised.
A place of good new tree-buildings,
36 A place of many passions, a place from heaven here.
A place of a very green palace, a place where a frown is gentle,
A place by water, a cool, smokeless place.
A place unknown (well-wooded land)
40 To a long-legged flour or cheese beggar.
There tonight, [girl] of the colour of a wave,
Let the two of us go, my fair girl,
Let us go [there], if we go [anywhere], [girl with a] fair
lively face,
44 My girl with shining-ember eyes.