Love's Tears

	Dyddgu of the colour of the brightest day,

	[give me] your patronage, for the sake of Lord God's only Son,

	two cheeks [like] Mary from the lands of Mael,

4	eyes and two brows of black.

	I've been affected (following love [was]

	like magic) by you, foster girl.

	Noble girl with gentle and good speech,

8	giving heed to love is painful.

	[One] twice the colour of the foam of noisy and shallow water,

	a radiant image on a sheet of blue weaving,

	may it be your intention to pay your brother

12	for growing praise for you with his tongue.

	I brought you [a gift] better than two brooches,

	a fair portion, I know well that's how it is.

	[I am] a man who's withering like small birches

16	([one] twice the colour of a wave) for you;

	Dyfed knows that [that man] is lifeless

	(faultless learning), and he is Dafydd.

	Heedless learning, if I go one day

20	(a feeble body) under the slices of the verdant trees,

	my tears will flow (I expressed deeply,

	my pain is splendid) down to my clothes.

	I am [a] negligent, constant [man] who throws rain

24	under the brow, a dean of weeping.

	Your good poet above all,

	tears have excoriated his face.

	I am a man who, because of your love, fair radiant girl,

28	is unforgiven, faded and tearful,

	[every] day of my life, [girl] twice the colour of fine snow,

	[with] a deceitful mind [and] a radiant body.

	Dyddgu, my darling who receives honour,

32	fair girl (black the colour of your brow),

	a constant gift, were it given freely to me,

	(faultless eye,

	intimacy was made worthless at the beginning of May)

36	your appearance would render worthless all England's riches.

	I deserve fortune for a word of praise,

	you deserve praise, by Mary's image.

	Settled in my breast is your destruction,

40	[girl with] the fine appearance [who is] of Tewdwr's lineage.

	Your poet's contention is fruitless,

	unstinting [are] the gems on your wide forehead.

	You put a sharp spear under a broken breast,

44	[doing that] is painless for you.

	I'm excluded from your love,

	your appearance is fair, and I am without payment,

	save that (a complaint is strangely pleasant)

48	[I] drag you [to me], my desire;

	a man's two eyes are looking,

	neglected pourers of a flood.