| The Gifts of Dafydd, Madog and Iorwerth | |
| A young girl sent | |
| to Madog (love's enthroned [man]) | |
| love's furniture to his home, | |
| 4 | a roof of fresh leaves, he well deserves it. |
| Madog thanks God | |
| for receiving the circle from his generous girl. | |
| He often wears the tops of trees, | |
| 8 | it's daily on his head. |
| A garland of the same shape, skilled work, | |
| is mine, not of long[-lasting] gold. | |
| A bunch of birch, it was like a fetter, | |
| 12 | and a girl gave it without [giving it] the name of a gift. |
| A branch's twigs (a weary man loves them) | |
| woven from amongst the birds. | |
| A thumb shaped it, birch of a glade, | |
| 16 | a bud and inciter of love. |
| Iorwerth prefers something of equal value | |
| to his poetry rather than a gift of wood. | |
| A finger's covering, a beautiful circle | |
| 20 | was given to him lest his hand should rust. |
| The slender maid made a collar, | |
| she is generous, [and] gave her gold. | |
| The man's need was small, | |
| 24 | to wrap the whole finger of a rhymester. |
| Two feet (a good lad [who's] foreseeing and bold) | |
| of healthy land (the words are good) | |
| of this place (pain's love-web) | |
| 28 | will Madog the author be ahead |
| of Iorwerth true of song, leader of a host, | |
| and of everyone as regards loving a girl. | |
| Madog does not want ([a man] with a voice skilled in metre) | |
| 32 | a reward for his tongue's poetry |
| (he was generous) and he will not claim from her | |
| either her gems or her gold, but rather herself. | |
| And Mab y Cyriog in Anglesey | |
| 36 | seeks them for a harmonious poem. |
| There is a great gap (love's poet) | |
| between wealth and love. | |
| A garland of twigs, even though his burden is not worth | |
| 40 | any riches to him, |
| (worthy star of the birch trees) | |
| it's worth a great deal to me. | |
| The kiss of a very generous maiden— | |
| 44 | God knows—it's good to have it; |
| through pledging it one would not gain | |
| mead nor wine; lips nurture it. | |
| It would be no more likely for an old pedleress | |
| 48 | to buy it than [to buy] a reed. |
| This gift of a fair poet's green birch | |
| is of the same kind. | |
| He craves gold from a lord, | |
| 52 | a splendid lad loves green and fresh birch. |
| Bearing passion, my brothers | |
| are not of one mind, fair poets. | |
| Iorwerth is a merchant of poetry and its praise | |
| 56 | who sells his poetry. |
| And Madog, [the] wood's servant, | |
| most pleasant man with Ovid's tears, | |
| with a song equal to that of a young nightingale in a grove, | |
| 60 | a friend to me, he loves. |