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.