Dyddgu and Morfudd

	Woe me ([I'm] a vision of misery)

	without delay, that I was not able

	to love, before [she should reach] marrying age,

4	a fair, faultless, slender, good girl,

	full of gifts, true, wise,

	skilled in accomplishments, dear, likeable, refined,

	[with] speech like an inheritor of land,

8	an untouched, luxury-showing girl, true to her word,

	firm [of body] and strong, not unruly,

	full of gifts and learning,

	fair and beautiful, an Indeg of shining passion,

12	untilled land (I am a young ox),

	a constant love,

	a golden wand, with a bright brow,

	such as (praise of widespread custom)

16	Dyddgu is, with the smooth black eyebrows.

	Not so is Morfudd,

	but like this (a red ember):

	loving those who chastise her,

20	a perverse girl (and she is exasperating),

	the owner (rightful respect)

	of a house and a husband, a very fair girl.

	Not less often have I fled

24	at midnight because of her,

	because of a girl of her house under blue glass,

	than during the day (I'm a skilled acrobat)

	and the harsh man with the foolish word

28	while beating one hand against the other,

	everyday he gives a yell (free [is] his lust)

	and a shout for the taking of the mother of his children.

	Feeble man, because of his shout

32	may he go to the devil; why does he cry

	(oh! unto God, woe to him, ceaseless shout)

	[as if] by magic at his woman?

	A broad, impudent beast with a long cry,

36	the book of his deceit is foolish labour.

	Cravenly and strangely did he

	shout about a lively slender maid.

	He awakes the South

40	with his talk, [he is] a kite [of] a girl.

	[It's] not pleasant, not splendid,

	not nice to listen (not fair)

	to a man shouting (horn of dregs)

44	in song like a crow for its brother.

	A bad one with a shout to cause sleeplessness

	(a man with deceitful lips) for lending was he.

	If I bought (a splendid perfect thought)

48	a wife in my lifetime, a step full of deceit,

	([he is] an angry copulator) in order to get an hour's quiet

	(it would be sharing) I would give her to him

	because of how nastily (woe the fate of a widow,

52	the bitter man) he knows how to play.

	I choose, in a word,

	to love Dyddgu, if she may be had.