A'f y'm peillied ym hob pwyllad,
Gan feirdd Brython, a'r cawceinad.
Pryddest over yng hywryssedd
Am rhyorseif am rhyorsedd
I'r gofan gofal ddigawn gordd
Wyf eisig bren, cyfyng ar gerdd
Buarth beridd ban fo
Pwy ar nis gwypo?

Pymtheg mil drostraw,
Yn i gymhwysaw

Wyf cerddoliad wyf saer mal dryw
Wyf ceiniad clear wyf drud wyf syw
Mal sarff Mal serch ydd ymgeisaf
Neud wyf fardd swyn ydd arfeiddaf
Ban gan ceinieid ganu ynghof,
Nid ef wnant wy ryfedd uchof

Handid i mi eu herbyniaw,
Yn ddifyfur, heb ddysc, heb draw,
Mal arfolli dillad heb law
Fal soddi yn llyn heb allu naw.

Tyrfid aches ehofn i gradd
Uchel y gwaedd mordwy derbydd.
Craig am waneg, wrth fawr drefnad
Anghlud ysgwrth, escar noddiad
Craig rhag perched pen anynad
Nid ef garaf amrysoniad
Ys gwna medddawd meddydd
A gorwyth medd warthrudd brydydd
Ef cell, ef drull, ef darweir lled,
Ef llogell cerdd, ef llemynnied

Caraf i orwydd, a chil gor gled
A Bardd a bryd - ni bryn i ged
A geibl gelfydd, meuedd ni fed.
Madws myned, er ym drafawd
A chelfyddeid am gelfyddawd
A chanu clwm, cystwm cywlad,
I fugeil bro, porth neithoriad.

Mal ymddeith tranc heb drwyd i gad,
Eirif fynnei ymddeith heb oed -
Eirif fagei gneuha heb goed -
Mal ceisaw bydaf yngrug
Mal peireint anrheith yn fyd,

Mal goscorodd lluydd heb benn,
Mal porthi anghlyd ar cenn,
Mal grynniaw tyndei a gwrach,
Mal haeddu awyr a bach
Mal eirach gwaed ac yscall
Mal gwneuthur goleu i ddall,
Mal dogni dillad i noeth
Mal tannu ewyn ar draeth,
Mal porthi pysgawd ar laeth
Mal toi neuadd a dail
Mal lladd llurig a gwyeil
Mal toddi tafled rhag gair.
Wyf bardd neuadd wyf gyw cadeir
Dyddygnad beirdd llafar llysceir
Cyn yf argywein i'm garw gyflog
Rhyphrynwyf i'm log it's dy, Fab Meir !

TRANSLATION
I was sifted in every faculty by the
Brython bards and the crowned minstrel.
Poetising is futile in competition
My competitor, however chairs me.
Care enough to the young smith is his hammer,
I, too, am but a slender twig, inexperienced in craft.
The congress of the bards, when it takes place,
Who is there that knows not of it?

Fifteen thousand favouring it,
and arranging for it.

I am musician - and artificer like the wren
I am a brilliant singer I am formidable, subtle
As a serpent, as love I will enter the lists
I am an enchanted bard I will dare (them all )
When the singers sing a song from memory,
They perform no great wonder beyond what I can do.
It falls to me to compete with them,
Extemporaneously, without training or experience,
Like a man donning armour without a hand,
or sinking in water without being able to swim.

The flowing tides seethes eager its pace
Loudly it roars then dishes ashore.
By a great design, the rock beyond the surf,
An immovable pile, is an insular refuge.
It is defence against every madman.
I do not love contention.
T'is drinking makes drunk the brewer and
over draining of mead disgraces the bard, who is
a cellar, a liquor store a lewd paunchy fellow
A receptacle of song a mere vagabond.

O love the woods - a retreat in a cosy border, and
a bard who creates - not one who cadges for gifts.
The man who curses the artist will never prosper
It is well to go (to congress) for the sake of
deliberating with artists about art and
to sing a string of verses, as the custom is, to the
Governor of the district, the provider of the feast.

As Death doth travel without track to war
So a number went without assignation,
and many nursed the idea of nutting without trees,
Like men seeking for a swarm of bees in heather
Like engines of destruction mute,
Like a company of soldiers without a leader,
Like men feeding the comfortless with husk,
Like ridging tumbled -down houses with a gwrach,
Like men reaching for the sky with a hook,
Like men staunching blood with thistles,
Like men striking a light for the blind,
Like men allotting a coat of mail to the unarmed,
Like men scattering foam on the strand,
Like men feeding fish with milk,
Like men thatching the hall with leaves,
Like men battering armour with withies,
Like men melting a tablet against speech.

I am bard of the hall. I am winner of the chair.
The bards are greatly incensed loud their anathems.
Before my ferrying over to my hard wages
May I secure a place in thy mansion, Son of Mary!