Repentance
Expensive labour, I sang to her,
I am poet to Morfudd.
By the Man who rules today,
4 there is a pain in my head because of the fair girl,
and there is a wound [caused by] grief in my forehead.
I am dying because of a golden girl.
When death comes with his pitiless bolts
8 to paralyze the bones,
a life about to terminate will be a terrible thing,
man's tongue will fall silent.
May the Trinity and the Virgin Mary,
12 for fear of the place of wailing and great commotion,
forgive my errant ways.
Amen, and I will sing no more.