A Girl's Head-dress
Today I see, O Dafydd,
(there will be a blessing on this day)
a hundred pounds worth of jewelled ornaments
4 and burnished gold put on one forehead
between hair that excited me madly
and eyebrows, a lord's daughter.
There's a seeing that's not easy!
8 What a forehead beneath a web of molten gold!
By the Holy Cross from the land of Italy
and [by] man's blood, the forehead is fine.
The head-dress of that man-tormenting maid,
12 killer like Llyr, is the enamel of the land,
and azure pressing cambric
on the brow of the head is the dress.
The maid who makes me pine has Fflur's colour,
16 a fetter of fine gold on her forehead.
Candle of Maelor, my entire complaint,
there is on her forehead, her deceit is enormous,
a huge diadem (that head-band is my pain),
20 a golden florin, a beautiful glittering string.
A fine shape of fleur-de-lis leaves
and cast gold from the city of Paris.
It is a jewel on the two commotes,
24 and gold of France, of the colour of a foaming torrent,
hour of bright dawn, snow's white complexion,
honour of the world's proud women.
Ah me, O Son of good chaste Mary,
28 that she is so fair and [yet] will not avail [me]!