A Girl From Is Aeron

	It is a gift to be allowed to address

	the heart of Is Aeron and its love.

	Weak is the handsome, upright, futile poet,

4	it is Ceredigion's gossamer that has possessed him.

	Woe to the man who places his love, fine futility —

	bestower of mead

	of gentle appearance, she is her land's moon

8	([that is but] to deal in usury) — where it is of no avail.

	Woe to the man who sees with lifeless eyes

	a frown on the face of a splendid, kindly maid,

	she cares not how many tears he sheds

12	for her love, she of Eigr's image.

	Woe to the man who sadly holds within him

	stabbing pain on her account, as do I,

	a girl's treasure, upstanding,

16	in a dire predicament, ever without reward.

	Woe to the man who builds against the assault of ice

	a house on the sea shore (stable earth),

	its bed will be precarious,

20	it won't last long before the torrent overturns it.

	Woe to the man who loves — I have acted worthily

	(a girl's tyranny), I have served love's affliction —

	her whose face is shining white, gossamer–covered highland moor,

24	colour white as foaming waves, Caron's pale moon.

	A curse upon that fine gentle girl,

	she has overcome my joy.

	Of comely hue, generous appearance,

28	fair gold jewel of the land of Aeron,

	a battle–banner (brilliance of snow),

	she gilds it entirely.