Gelli Fach

Gelli Fach

I'm a cell, I'm fragmented, I change my form;
I'm a repository of song, I'm a dynamic state.
I love a wooded slope and a snug shelter,
and a creative poet who doesn't buy his advancement.

Wyf kell, wyf dellt, wyf datweirllet;
wyf llogell kerd, wyf lle ynnyet.
Karaf-y gorwyd a goreil clyt,
a bard a bryt ny pryn y ret.

From: Legendary Poems from the Book of Taliesin, edited and translated by Marged Haycock

Wednesday, 1 June 2011


Verses of the Months

The month of June, beautiful are the lands,
the sea is smooth, the strands are gay,
long and fair is the day, women are lively,
the flock is abundant, the bogs are passable;

Mis Mehevin, hardd tiredd,
llyfn mor, llawen marianedd,
hirgain dydd, heinif gwargedd,
hylawn praidd, hyffordd mignedd;

Welsh c. 15th century

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