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Listen, little pig!
I lack sleep,
Such a tumult of grief is within me.
Fifty years of pain I have endured.

— Myrddin Wyllt

Ojan aparchellan
Nyhaut kisscas.
Rac godurt y galar y ssit arnaf.
Deg mlinet a deu ugein yd portheise poen.

Original text (Spanish)

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Listen, little pig,
Are not the thorn buds green
The mountain fair, the earth beautiful?

No diversions attend me,
Nor fair women visit me.
Though at Arderydd I wore a golden torque
The swan-white woman despises me now.

Victorious Cymry, glorious their leaders,
All shall have their rights again,
All Britons rejoice, sounding joyful horns,
Chanting songs of happiness and peace!

Afallen pen. blodev essplit.
Atiff inargel in argoydit.

Fifty years the plaything of lawless men
I have wandered in gloom among spirits.
After great wealth, and gregarious minstrels,
I have been here so long not even sprites
Can lead me astray.

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