Praise of Ifor Hael

	Ifor, a fair golden stewardship

	is mine, sweet nurture.

	You are the bravest man and the most lucrative

4	to serve, mighty man:

	taking your praise from my land,

	and returning, Ifor of lordly stature.

	I am the steward of your goods,

8	eloquent fruitful leader, you are greatly gifted.

	You are a good and brave man,

	you are thoughtful, a storehouse for me.

	I paid you lively poetry,

12	you paid me dark shining bragget.

	You gave me a shilling, a gesture of love,

	I will give you Rhydderch's epithet.

	Fully-armed fighter, weapons do not curb you,

16	poets' companion and their serf,

	strong lord, of the fine stock of strong men,

	slave of minstrels, wealthy leader.

	Your genealogy is good and noble,

20	by God the Ruler, you are twice as faithful

	to your poet as one hand to the other,

	wise-minded governor of a host who shuns dishonour.

	Through my language the truth about you

24	is expressed, no mean word.

	From my own mouth eight-score thousand

	praise you, chief lord of hosts.

	As far as man's furthest journey,

28	as far as the summer sun goes, bold course,

	as far as wheat is sown,

	and as far as the lovely covering of dew wets,

	as far as wind dries, travelling a path,

32	and as far as fair rain wets,

	as far as clear eyesight can see,

	it is powerful, and as far as ear can hear,

	as far as the Welsh language is [spoken]

36	and as far as fair seeds grow,

	handsome Ifor, splendid custom,

	long is your sword, your praise is spread.