{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/fab/fab027.htm","path":"neu/celt/fab/fab027.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fab/fab027.htm","text":"THE best song they will dispraise,\n Eight numbers they will protect,\n Monday, they will come,\n Devastating they will go.\n Tuesday, they will portion\n Anger against the adversary.\n Wednesday, they will reap.\n Pomp in excess.\n Thursday, they will part with\n 10 The undesired possessor.\n Friday, a day of abundance.\n In the blood of men they will swim.\n Saturday\n Sunday, certainly,\n Assuredly there will come\n Five ships and five hundred\n That make supplication--\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0O Brithi, Brithi!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Co-occupancy or battle.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a020 Brithi, Brithanai!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Before battle, battle of spears in the field.\n Son of the wood of Cogni,\n There will be an adventuring of\n Everyone to Adonai.\n On the sward of Pwmpai.\n An intimation they prophesy,\n A long cry against overwhelming, p. 272\n Long the public harmony\n Of Cadwaladyr and Cynan.\n 30 The world's profit (is) small,\n The heat of the sun is lost.\n The Druid will prophesy\n What has been will be.\n Sky of Geirionydd,\n I would go with thee\n Gloomy like the evening,\n In the recesses of the mountain.\n When should be the full length\n The Brython in chasing.\n 40 To the Brython there will be\n Blood of glorious strenuousness,\n After gold and golden trinkets.\n The devastation of Moni and Lleeni,\n And Eryri, a dwelling in it.\n It is a perfect prophecy,\n With dwellings laid waste.\n The Cymry of four languages\n Shall change their speech.\n Until shall come the cow, the speckled cow\n 50 That shall cause a blessing\n On a fine day lowing,\n On a fine night being boiled,\n On the land of the boiler,\n In the ships of the consumer.\n Let the song of woe be chaunted.\n Around the encircling border of Prydain.\n They will come, with one purpose,\n To resist a maritime disgrace.\n Be true the happiness\n 60 Of the sovereign of the world.\n The worshippers adored together, p. 273\n To the dale of grievous water it was gone.\n A portion full of corn\n Invites conflagration.\n Without Eppa, without a cow-stall.\n Without a luxury of the world.\n The world will be desolate, useless.\n The deceitful will be fated.\n Activity through freshness.\n 70 Small men are almost deceived\n By the white-bellied trotter.\n A hawk upon baptism\n The swords of warriors will not pierce Cyllellawr.\n They had not what they wished for.\n Violent is the grasp of the townman,\n And to warriors there is a love of blood.\n Cymry, Angles, Gwyddyl, of Prydyn.\n The Cymry, swift in mischief,\n Will launch their ships on the lake.\n 80 The North has been poisoned by rovers\n Of a livid hateful hue and form.\n Of the race of Adam the ancient.\n The third will be brought to set out,\n Ravens of the accurate retinue,\n The sluggish animals of Seithin.\n On sea, an anchor on the Christian.\n A cry from the sea, a cry from the mountain,\n A cry from the sea, they vigorously utter.\n Wood, field, dale, and hill.\n 90 Every speech without any one attending,\n High minded from every place\n There will be confusion.\n A multitude enraged,\n And distress diffused\n Vengeances through ready belief abiding. p. 274\n That the Creator afflicts, the powerful God of exalted state.\n A long time before the day of doom.\n There will come a day\n And a reader will rise,\n 100 In the pleasant border of the land of Iwerdon,\n To Prydain then will come exaltation,\n Brython of the nobility of Rome.\n There will be to me a judge unprejudiced, void of guile;\n The astrologers (or diviners) prophesy,\n In the land of the lost ones.\n Druids prophesy\n Beyond the sea, beyond the Brython.\n The summer will not be serene weather,\n The noblemen shall be broken,\n 110 It will come to them from treachery\n Beyond the effusion of the father of Ked.\n A thousand in the judgment of exalted Prydain,\n And within its united boundary.\n May I not fall into the embrace of the swamp,\n Into the mob that peoples the depths of Uffern.\n I greatly fear the flinty covering\n With the Guledig of the boundless country.","title":"Four Ancient Books of Wales: C. Poems Referring to Gwydyo...","type":"page"}