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Sweet appletree of luxuriant growth!
I used to find food at its foot,
When, because of a maid,
I slept alone in the woods of Celyddon,
Shield on shoulder, sword on thigh.

— Myrddin Wyllt

Awallen pen. Atyf tra run.
Kymaeth lissvne inybon. irbot y wun.
Amyscud. arwy isguit. Am clet ar wy clun.
Ac yg coed. Keliton y kisceisse vy hun.

Original text (Spanish)

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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.

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.

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