Translations into English Verse from the Poems of Davyth ap Gwilym

Cynddylan’s hearth is dark to-night, Cynddylan’s halls are lone, War’s flame has revell’d o’er their might, And quell’d their minstrel’s tone, And I am left to chaunt apart One murmur of a broken heart!

Pengwern’s blue spears are gleamless now, Her revelry is still, The sword has blanched her chieftain’s brow, Her fearless sons are still, And pagan feet to dust have trod The dark robed messengers of God!

Cynddylan’s shield, Cynddylan’s pride, The wand’ring snows are shading, One palace pillar stands to guide The woodbine’s verdant braiding! And I am left from all apart— The minstrel of the broken heart!