The Girl from Eithinfynydd
The girl from Eithinfynydd,
my fair sweetheart, she will not come to a love tryst.
Narrow eyebrows, tender gaze,
4 fine golden hair, sudden harsh frown,
my state of blessedness against sadness about death,
my shapely young goddess,
my mirror, radiance in golden colour,
8 she is my share, my golden maiden,
my jewel in the shade of the hillside,
my love for her grows ever greater.
My dear white darling with fine hair,
12 my treasure who is not to be had above the slope.
She does not go to the woods up on the hill,
she does not love the one who loves her, she will not play.
Morfudd will not come to play:
16 word causing pining, she loves Mary
and she loves the splendid efficacious saints
and she loves God. She puts no faith in me.
The girl does not know (I am constant),
20 she does not realize what state I am in.
She had no experience of fornication,
my darling did not want me or anyone else.
I wouldn't wish to live (my sickness)
24 if I couldn't have the fine modest girl.
For that reason I suffer pain.
Gentle Morfudd, I will die.