Disappointment

	I gave my love to a fickle girl

	and got nothing in return for it.

	I regretted loving

4	an unfaithful girl, it caused me pain,

	as I loved Morfudd, courteous lady,

	colour of day, I care nothing for her.

	Morfudd, my dearest, did not want

8	to be loved anymore – what a sorry business!

	I gave away a lot of good poetry

	in loving the girl with constant pain.

	I gave away rings

12	to fine wandering minstrels – poor me!

	Face like a torrential layer of foam over a dam,

	I gave away all the brooches I got.

	I gave away, not like a munificent man,

16	jewels of mine for her sake.

	I frequented wine taverns,

	I wove [poems] correctly, God will judge truly.

	I frequented also (mean way of life)

20	meadhorn taverns full of malice.

	By well-intentioned artistry

	I had the minstrels learning and singing songs about her

	to the furthest reaches of Ceri,

24	sheen of fine snow, for her sake.

	She did put her faith in me;

	despite all this (she was my sweetheart)

	I did not get, apart from grievous sickness,

28	any reward, I had no contract,

	except her going (faithless act,

	colour of snow) under another man

	to be made (work of no avail)

32	pregnant, my dear little girl.

	In whatever way (to cause me grief)

	it was done (she was bewitched),

	whether it was by love, to leave,

36	evil judgement, or by force,

	they call me a contemptible cuckold –

	fie upon the cry! – because of the one with the face like stream's foam.

	Some people put sort of signs

40	in my hand, excessive fright in my heart,

	rods (it would be better if they were burnt)

	of green hazel; it was not my fault.

	Others put (painful matter)

44	a willow hat upon my brow.

	It was Morfudd who caused this

	without one hour of love, and not by my will.

	May God pronounce in the end

48	a just judgement between me and her with the face like gossamer.