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Triumphant hours are the Lark's
Who circles skywards from his home each day:
World's early riser, with bubbling golden song,
Towards the firmament, guardian of April's gate.

— Dafydd ap Gwilym

Oriau hydr yr ehedydd
A dry fry o'i dŷ bob dydd,
Borewr byd, berw aur bill,
Barth â'r wybr, borthor Ebrill.

Original text (Portuguese)

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