{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/fab/fab129.htm","path":"neu/celt/fab/fab129.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fab/fab129.htm","text":"I. MOUNTAIN snow--every region is white;\n The raven is accustomed to sing.\n No good will come from long sleeping.\nII. Mountain snow--white the ravine;\n From the assault of the wind trees will bend.\n Many a two may mutually love,\n But never come together.\nIII. Mountain snow--the wind scatters it;\n Broad the moon's orb, green the dock-leaves.\n The mischievous man is seldom without claim.\nIV. Mountain snow--fleet the hart;\n Common in Prydein is a daring race.\n Understanding is necessary for the alien.\nV. Mountain snow--the hart in the warmth;\n Ducks in the pond, white the foam.\n Slow is the aged, and easily overtaken.\nVI. Mountain snow--the hart is roaming;\n The countenance smiles on whom one loves.\n As long as a tale is told me,\n I know where there is disgrace.\nVII. Mountain snow--the strand is white and pebbly;\n The fishes in the ford may go to the cavern.\n Odious is he that imposes burdens.\nVIII. Mountain snow--the hart in the retreat;\n It is usual for a chieftain to have splendid arms,\n .\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n And for misfortune to fall on the beard.\nIX. Mountain snow--the hart is plump and round;\n I have said a great deal; if I am not mistaken,\n This is unlike a summer day.\nX. Mountain snow--the hart is hunted;\n The wind whistles over the eaves.\n Sin is a very great heap.\nXI. Mountain snow--the hart is leaping;\n The wind whistles over the high white wall.\n It is natural the calm should be graceful.\nXII. Mountain snow--the hart in the vale;\n The wind whistles above the house-top.\n Evil will not conceal itself where it is.\nXIII. Mountain snow--the hart on the strand;\n The aged has lost his juvenility.\n . . . makes a man captive.\nXIV. Mountain snow--the hart in the bush;\n Thoroughly black the raven; swift the young roebuck.\n If one is free and healthy, it is strange there should be complaining.\nXV. Mountain snow--the hart in the rushes;\n Cold the quagmire; the mead is in the brewing-tub.\n The injured is accustomed to complain.\nXVI. Mountain snow--variegated the front of the tower;\n Let the cattle seek shelter.\n Woe to the wife that should get a bad husband.\nXVII. Mountain snow--variegated the side of the cliff;\n Dried the stalk; the water-lily droops.\n Woe to the man that should have a bad wife.\nXVIII. Mountain snow--the hart in the ditch;\n Congenial to the thief is long night.\n Let the bees sleep in the shelter.\nXIX. Mountain snow--slow is\n The growth of the liverwort.\n The sluggard will not soon avenge an injury.\nXX. Mountain snow--the fish in the lake;\n Proud the hawk; people cluster around monarchs.\n Every one cannot get what he wishes.\nXXI. Mountain snow--red the top of the fir;\n Wrathful the push of many spears.\n Alas, for longing, my brethren\nXXII. Mountain snow--swift the wolf;\n The side of the desert he will penetrate.\n Every blemish is common on the destitute of zeal.\nXXIII. Mountain snow--not slow the hart;\n Rain falls from the sky.\n Sorrow produces complete depression of spirits.\nXXIV. Mountain snow--noisy the roebuck;\n The waves wash the margin of the strand;\n Let the skilful conceal his design.\nXXV. Mountain snow--the hart in the glen;\n Summer will be placid; calm the lake.\n The gray-bearded in frost has a strong support,\nXXVI. Mountain snow--variegated the breast of the goose;\n Strong my arm and shoulder.\n I pray that I may not be a hundred years old.\nXXVII. Mountain snow--bare the stalk-tops;\n Bent the branches of trees; the fish are in the deep.\n Where there is no learning there will be no natural gift.\nXXVIII. Mountain snow--the fish in the ford;\n Let the lean and stooping stag seek the sheltered vale.\n Longing for the dead will not avail.\nXXIX Mountain snow--the hart in the wood;\n The discreet will not walk on foot.\n The timid causes many a delay.\nXXX. Mountain snow--the hart on the slope;\n The wind whistles over the ash-tops.\n A third foot for the aged is his stick.\nXXXI. Mountain snow--the hart is upon it;\n The ducks are in the lake; white the water-lily.\n The vicious is not disposed to listen.\nXXXII. Mountain snow--ruddy the feet of hens;\n Shallow the water; it makes much noise.\n The disgrace that is boasted of is augmented.\nXXXIII. Mountain snow--nimble the hart;\n Hardly anything in the world interests me.\n Admonition to the depraved will not avail.\nXXXIV. Mountain snow--white its fleece;\n .\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\n .\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0.\nXXXV. Mountain snow--white the roofs of houses;\n If the tongue were to relate what the bosom knows,\n None would be neighbours.\nXXXVI. Mountain snow--let the wise move about in the day;\n Let every pensive one be ill, every bush bare.\n It is usual that the unwise should have all faults.","title":"Four Ancient Books of Wales: Y. Poems Beginning ''Eiry Mynyd.'': CXIV. Red Book of Hergest IV","type":"page"}