| 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. |