The Spoils Of Anwen (Annwfn)

Taliesin


I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm,
Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.
Gwair's prison in Caer Siddi was in order
Throughout the course of the story concerning Pwyll and Pryderi.
No-one before him went into it -
Into the heavy grey chain which was restraining the loyal youth.
And on account of the spoils of Annwfn he was singing bitterly
And our poetic invocation shall continue until Judgement-Day.

We went, three full loads of Prydwen, into it;
Apart from seven,
None came back up from Caer Siddi.

I am one who is splendid in fame: the song was heard
In the four-turreted fort, fully revolving.
It was concerning the cauldron that my first utterance was spoken:
It was kindled by the breath of nine maidens.
The cauldron of the Chieftain of Annwfn: what is its faculty?
Dark knotwork and pearls around its rim -

It will not boil the food of a coward;
It has not been so destined.
The flashing sword of Lleog was thrust into it
And it was left behind in Lleminog's hand.
And before the door of Hell's gate a lamp was burned.

And when we went with Arthur - resplendent toil -
Apart from seven,
None came back up from the Fortress of the Mead-Feast.

I am one who is splendid in (making) fame: the song is heard
In the four-turreted fort, the island of the radiant door.
Fresh water and jet are mixed.
Sparkling wine (is) their drink (set) before their host.

We went, three full loads of Prydwen, by sea;
Apart from seven,
none came back up from the Fort of Intractability.

I deserve better than readers concerned with the literature of the Lord
Who had not seen Arthur's valour beyond the Glass Fort.
Six thousand men were standing on its wall;
It was difficult to converse with its watchman.

Three full loads of Prydwen went with Arthur;
Apart from seven,
none came back up from the Fort of Impediment.

I deserve better than readers, their shields hanging down,
Who do not know on what day ...
What time ... was born ...
Who made them who did not go to Dolau Defwy.
They do not know about the brindled ox, stout his collar...
Seven score links in its fastening.

And when we went with Arthur - a lamentable expedition -
Apart from seven,
none came back up from Caer Fanddwy.

I deserve better than readers, feeble their intent,
Who do not know on which day the Lord was created.
What time ... the owner was born,
What animal they guard, silver its head.

When we went with Arthur - a woeful encounter-
Apart from seven,
none came back up from Caer Ochren.

Monks throng together like a wolf pack
Because of the encounter of the masters to whom is made known
Whether the wind goes along a single path,
whether the sea is a single mass of water,
Whether fire - an invincible tumult - is composed of a single spark.

Monks throng together like wolves
Because of the encounter of the masters to whom (it) is made known.
They do not know when the darkness and the light divide,
Or the wind, what is its course, what is its onrush,
What place it devastates, what land it strikes,
How many saints in the void, and how many on earth.

I praise the Lord,
the great Sovereign;
May I not be sad: Christ will reward me.


 

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