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The 9th Century Poem. The Praise of Tenby

Etmic Dinbych

Taluesin


Archaf y wen y duw plwyf escori.

perchen nef a llawr pwylluawr wofri.


Aduwyn gaer yssyd ar glawr gweilgi.

bit lawen ygkalan eiryan yri.

Ac amser pan wna mor mawr wrhydri.

ys gnawt gorun beird uch med lestri.

Dydybyd gwanec ar vrys dybrys idi.

Adawhwynt ywerlas o glas ffichti.

Ac am bwyf o dews dros vygwedi.

pan gattwyf amot kymot a thi.


Aduwyn gaer yssyd ar llydan llyn.

Dinas diachor mor oe chylchyn.

gogyfarch ty prydein kwd gygein hyn.

Blaen llyn ap erbin boet teu voyn.

Bu goscor a bu kerd yn eil mehyn.

Ac eryr uch wybyr a llwybyr granwyn.

Rac vd felyc nac escar gychwyn.

Clot wascar a gwanar yd ymdullyn.














Aduwyn gaer yssyd ar ton nawuet.

aduwyn eu gwerin yn ymwaret.

ny wnant eu dwynuyt trwy veuylhaet.

nyt ef eu defawt bot yn galet.

Ny llafaraf eu ar vyn trwydet.

noc eillon deutraeth gwell kaeth dyfet.

kyweithyd o ryd wled waretret.

kynnwys rwg pop deu goreu kiwet.


Aduwyn gaer yssyd ae gwna kyman.

medut a molut ac adar bann.

llyfyn y cherdeu yn y chalan.

Am arglwyd hywyd hewr eiran.

kyn y vynet yn y adwyt yn deruin llan.

ef am rodes med a gwin o wydrin ban.


Aduwyn gaer yssyd yn yr eglan.

atuwyn y[t] rodir y pawb y ran.

Atwen yn dinbych gorwen gwylan.

kyweithyd wleidud ud erllyssan.

Oed ef vyn defawt i nos galan.

lledyfdawt y gan ri ryfel eiran.

A llen lliw ehoec a medu prein.

hyny uwyf tauawt ar veird prydein.


Aduwyn gaer yssyd ae kyffrwy kedeu.

oed meu y rydeu a dewisswn.

Ny lafaraf i delth, reith ryscatwn,

ny dyly kelenic ny wyppo hwn.

yscriuen brydein bryder briffwn.

yn yt wna tonneu eu hymgyffrwn.

pereit hyt pell y gell a treidwn.

The Praise of Tenby

Translation by Sir Ifor Williams


I ask God's favour, protector of the people,

Lord of heaven and earth, great in knowledge and wisdom.


There is a fine fortress standing in the sea.

Gay on each festive day (Calends) is that fair headland.

And when the sea rages with great fury,

Loud is the revelry of bards over the mead horns.

When the swift wave surges against it,

They will leave the grey-green ocean to the tribe of Picts.

And may I, O God! in answer to my prayer,

When I keep (my) pledge, make my peace with thee.


There is a fine fortress on the broad ocean,

A mighty stronghold, sea-girt.

Inquire, Britain, to whom does it rightfully belong?

Head of Ab Erbin's line, may it be thine!

There was a retinue in the court, and a host besides.

And the eagle flew high on the track of pale-faced (enemies).

Before the noble chief, before the router of enemies,

Prince of widespread fame, men stand ready for battle.














There is a fine fortress on the ninth wave,

Fine are its men when taking their ease.

They make merry without reviling.

It is not their custom to be niggardly,

No false charge shall I bring against their welcome.

Than the yeomen of Deudraeth better are the slaves of Dyfed.

A throng of (its) free men, keeping festival,

Will include, two by two, the best men in the world.


There is a fine fortress, where a multitude

Makes loud revelry, and so do the singing birds.

Joyous were its songs at the Calends (New Year's Eve)

About a generous lord, bold, and brave.

Before his passing into the oaken church,

He gave me mead and wine out of a crystal bowl.


There is a fine fortress on the promontory,

Graciously each one there receives his share.

I know at Dinbych - pure white is the sea-gull -

The companions of Bleiddudd, lord of its court.

My custom it was on New Year's Eve

To sleep beside my prince, the glorious in battle,

And wear a purple mantle, and enjoy (every) luxury,

So that I have become the tongue of Britain's bards.


There is a fine fortress, resounding with songs (?).

Mine were the privileges that I desired.

I shall not speak of rights, due order would I keep,

He merits no feast-gift who is ignorant of this.

The writings of Britain were the chief object of care,

Where the waves make their roaring.

Long may it remain, that cell I was wont to visit!

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