Without his work there's no
Christ's sacrifice to feed our faith,
And without him no pope
Or emperor can keep alive,
No wine-giving, sprightly king
Of notable prudence, no living man.
Aberth Crist I borthi cred.
Bywyd ni chaiff, ni beiwn,
Pab nac ymherawdr heb hwn,
Na brenin naelwin hoywlyw,
Dien ei bwyll, na dyn byw.
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