Farewell
You know full well, Indeg's equal,
(long live your image) the fine art of magic -
I am possessed by longing, pursued by enchantment,
4 you're so beautifully formed - in order to entice a man.
You are so formidable that it is unlikely
that you'd be violated in a light cosy chamber.
Don't flee, wait, fair maid,
8 there's no need to hurry from the grove to the court.
Hostess of the birch-trees' tapestry,
stay, Morfudd, and console me.
If you come now to the birch-chamber,
12 my dear little maid,
you will not leave - such a fine, comely room,
worthy of praise - as you arrived.
It's tough that I cannot detain you,
16 I'm your captive, girl with the lovely brow;
it's dire that I am unable (most potent magic)
to prevent you beneath a covering of golden fabric.
No fate will ever draw you from your baptismal faith
20 as did a woodland tryst.
Since I've suffered such loss come and find me
where you prmomised you'd be, black-browed moon;
if you were to come my bold, wily desire
24 would make amends
for having pursued you with no serious reward,
Ah Morfudd! I won't get the opportunity!
Farewell, my soulmate, go unscathed,
28 God be with you, little maid.
Go intact (a greater gift),
woe is me, such is my fate.
Farewell, go, my little maid, the world's blessing,
32 greeting no one but yourself.