| The Echo Stone | |
| Few of the rough stones | |
| behave in the same way as this false jagged stone, | |
| the nasty shrieking witch, | |
| 4 | clumsy troublesome bitch. |
| Its ceaseless chatter on valley's edge | |
| after rain is greater | |
| than that of noisy quarrelsome Merddin | |
| 8 | son of Saith Gudyn, the angry man. |
| It was close to me, and there to frustrate me | |
| as I lay in wait by it | |
| expecting a girl down below | |
| 12 | beneath a welcoming shady grove, |
| she looking for me courteously, | |
| and me looking for the dear jewel | |
| like the two mighty old Horned Oxen. | |
| 16 | 'What are you seeking?' |
| each of us called to the other. | |
| We found each other - what joy! | |
| We were in a dark secluded green hazel grove, | |
| 20 | well did we know how to hide, |
| the girl and I, my desire, | |
| in the shade of the menacing rocky crag. | |
| Clever buffoon, however quietly | |
| 24 | we conversed, sure enough, |
| it answered again and again | |
| in its own hollow language. | |
| The girl turned pale, slim bright form, | |
| 28 | took fright because of the wailing, |
| rosy cheek, then off she fled. | |
| And who wouldn't have chosen to flee? | |
| A threefold cold torture, indeed, | |
| 32 | upon the throat of the hoarse rocky stream, |
| pile of stones which bellows like a bugler, | |
| bald cairn like a great hewn fortress. | |
| There is either a demon inside it, | |
| 36 | the ugly old wardrobe, |
| or dogs in the hollow stone | |
| yelping, or the clanging of bowls; | |
| a screech like a bony old goose being slaughtered, | |
| 40 | the barking of a strong bitch under a round chest; |
| a raucous witch shouting hoarsely | |
| to cause terror from the rock. | |
| Most frustrating journey depriving me of favour, | |
| 44 | it hindered me where the girl was. |
| It prevented an invitation to a lad, | |
| a curse on it for its hindrance! | |