A Pre-Eminent Girl | |
Three women with faces like gossamer | |
received quite rightfully | |
the lovely beauty which God of Heaven | |
4 | gave to Eve at the time of the fortunate event. |
The first of the three radiant ones | |
who received it, swift lively grace, | |
was Polixena daughter of Priam, | |
8 | splendid treasure clad in fur. |
The second was Deidameia, | |
of the fine beauty of the light-expending summer sun. | |
The third girl, descendant of[or one similar to] Rhun long ago, | |
12 | was Elen Fannog, fair and slender, |
she who caused commotion | |
and strife between Greece and Troy. | |
The fourth, love's gorgeous beauty, | |
16 | is the bright shining slender lovely girl |
coming fair and dignified | |
into the church, golden-girdled maid, | |
and crowds of people looking at her | |
20 | in the middle [of the church], splendid shining lady, |
And me, there came to me a wish | |
to ask who the lovely maid was. | |
'She is sister, bright joyous moon, | |
24 | by the same father, to the moon, |
and niece to fine sunshine, | |
and her mother was the flawless dawn of day, | |
and she hails from Gwynedd, | |
28 | and she is grand-daughter of the sun in the sky.' |
No woman that I know is white, | |
no lime on any grand stone chamber is white, | |
no pale curling wave is white, | |
32 | no foam of any lake nor snowdrift is white, |
no truly radiant face is white | |
compared to my darling's face, by Mary! | |
I would make a bet without consideration, | |
36 | hue of a wave when turbulent water rages on the sea, |
that there is no Christian believer alive | |
who could find any defect in this girl's colour, | |
but that she is the height of praise, | |
40 | God's my witness, [and] is brighter than any lamp. |
Let no Welshman wonder | |
that the girl is called by the colour she is. | |
Anyone who would gladly | |
44 | forsake the girl and possess the whole world, |
may the core of his heart be churned | |
by this far-reaching knife. | |
The greater were my wealth | |
48 | and my grand befitting praise, |
all the more at once would be the pain | |
in the quick of my soul [because of] the memory [of her] within me. | |
What good would it do me, gentlemen, | |
52 | to forsake the girl and possess the wealth. |
There is no hope this year | |
for anyone who is older than her. | |