Thanking for Gloves | |
Ifor was extravagant with his gold, | |
from his court no finger would go without gold. | |
Yesterday I was dining | |
4 | in his court, receiving wine from his hand. |
With this tongue I swear, | |
weaver of praise, as the day does turn: | |
[you are] the best wife as far as Ceri, | |
8 | and your husband is the best of men. |
Whilst he has travelled willingly, | |
it's with praise that he has done so. | |
The day I came from his court | |
12 | with his gloves doubly filled with money, |
Ifor, receiver of poets, | |
lent his gloves to his bard. | |
White gloves, fair and thick, | |
16 | with money in each glove: |
gold in one (possessed by two, | |
a sure sign) from the best hand of all, | |
and silver (praised by thousands) | |
20 | inside the other, this was my reward. |
Girls are always asking me | |
whether they may borrow my gloves. | |
I'll not give away (I'll keep them entirely) | |
24 | the gift of kind–minded Ifor. |
Despite asking for them, no girl, | |
no more than any man, shall have my gloves. | |
I'll not wear any niggardly gloves | |
28 | of ram–skin to wrinkle up my finger. |
I'll wear (I do not desire his wrath) | |
the deer–skin of the welcoming man, | |
gentle gloves upon my hands, | |
32 | it's not often the rain will wet them. |
On him I bestow — I know his favour, | |
regarding the fluent patronage of the hall of Rheged — | |
the blessing of Taliesin, provider of wine, | |
36 | which will last forever without a boastful word. |
At the end of the table in time for dinner, | |
there in the hearth may my blessing go, | |
where I'll present a part of my greeting, | |
40 | where men are brave, where maids are chaste, |
where true nobility dwells | |
in feasts, in luxuries, in sustenance, | |
in women of fair offspring, | |
44 | in hawks, in greyhounds, in wine, |
in scarlet garments (a splendid gift), | |
in pure gold, in fine words. | |
There's not a tree in the Wennallt | |
48 | whose head and hair are not green, |
its branches woven closely | |
and its gown and tunic all one grove. | |
Is it not pleasant for a master–poet | |
52 | to see (fair lively thronging) |
the lordship of the fine dukedom | |
which is based in Basaleg? | |
I was given gloves from his home, | |
56 | unlike some Saxon's English gloves, |
a lord's gloves (a faultless gift), | |
pleasant wealth, the gloves of Ifor. | |
To the court of Ifor Hael | |
60 | will my winnowed blessing come. |