Cyfieithiad Saesneg: 113 - Yr Het Fedw

Fersiwn hwylus i'w argraffu

The Birch Hat

The birch hat, you are well looked after,
woe to the Jealous One if this is true,
booty of the trees, reward of a hundred trysts,
4cover carved of the twigs of the woods' branches.
If I am bold, it's no surprise,
your owner is appreciative of your praise,
weaving of trees, it is perfect,
8cloak of the tiny leaves of May's branches.
You have been woven into a fine construction,
you are a treasure of courteous strength to me.
God's blessing on you, easy is long praise of you,
12roof woven from meadowland birches.

Garland given by a soft–spoken girl,
circlet of the bright green birch.
I will keep you wisely and carefully,
16crown against the heat of the summer sun.
The thin lad wears it even though he may slip away,
splendid cowl of May's mantle;
companion of the vale, bright green glen,
20fine birch trees which suit a young man perfectly;
elegance of the love of a splendid golden girl,
wonders and soft abundant fruit of May;
sense against forgetfulness and grief,
24a tent over a bright brow;
growth of praise, fitting eulogy of trees,
a chain of the thick twigs of the young trees;
the fine covering from the leafy grove is payment for songs,
28a green circle well worth wearing;
lady's amorous handiwork, true reward,
hair's belt from the lovely wooded slope;
fine edifice which will never become ruined,
32you are the work of Morfudd Llwyd and her hand.