Separation
As I was walking the other night,
most wretchedly, deep in the night,
with keen expectations,
4 she was very gentle, a modest sort of girl,
by the court of the Jealous One and his wife,
he would have shouted after me had he known I was there,
I looked most dejectedly
8 all around the house, stout fortress.
I spied through the window glass
(it would be a joy for any man to see such a beauty),
and there I did see by my stratagem
12 the loveliest girl in the world.
The modest girl's face was gorgeous
and her colour was like Bronwen daughter of Llyr.
Neither daylight itself
16 nor the sun in the sky was ever brighter than her.
Her white face is a great marvel.
Her beauty surpasses that of any living girl.
I ventured to greet her
20 and she responded readily.
We both came up to the dividing wall.
No one knew at all.
We didn't exchange more than three words.
24 If we did, no one heard a word.
I didn't try to tempt my darling.
If I had, I wouldn't have succeeded.
We gave two sighs
28 which were enough to break the strong bond between us.
At that I said 'Farewell,
my lovely'. There was never a gentler girl.
One thing I will do as long as I live:
32 refrain from telling who she is.