The Book of Taliesin

Quotes

1. Ye have committed wickedness

   Against the Creator.

   A hundred thousand angels

   Are to me witnesses,

   Who came to conduct me

   After my hanging,

   When hanging cruelly,

   Myself to deliver me

   In heaven there was trembling

   When I had been hung.

   When I cried out Eli!

2. 

   Thrice three protections,

   Returning to the old places,

   With a steed used to the field.

3. 

   To my deprivation, to my sorrow, sinew was brave.

   The world would not be if not for my offspring.

   I am a bard to be praised. The unskilful

   May he be possessed by the ravens and eagle and bird of wrath.

4. 

   I have been a sow, I have been a buck,

   I have been a sage, I have been a snout,

   I have been a horn, I have been a wild sow,

   I have been a shout in battle.

   I have been a torrent on the slope,

   I have been a wave on the extended shore.

   I have been the light sprinkling of a deluge,

   I have been a cat with a speckled head on three trees.

   I have been a circumference, I have been a head.

   A goat on an elder-tree.

   I have been a crane well filled, a sight to behold.

   Very ardent the animals of Morial,

   They kept a good stock.

   Of what is below the air, say the hateful men,

   Too many do not live, of those that know me.

5. 

   It broke out with matchless fury.

   The rapid vehement fire.

   Him we praise above the earth,

   Fire, the fiery meteor of the dawn.

   Above the high gale,

   Higher than every cloud.

   Great his animal.

6. 

   '''The value of my cry great will be its advantage to degrees.

   The chief of men, shield of warriors.

   The extensive booty of the ashen shaft is my fair Awen.

   A shield before a prince, bright his smile,

   Heroic, aspiring, the most heroic is Urien

7. 

   Do not thy passions counteract

   What thy lips utter?

   Thy going in thy course into valleys,

   Dark without lights.

   And mine were his words.

   And mine were his languages.

8. 

   Those that placed me on the cross

   I knew when young.

   That drove me on the tree,

   My head hung down.

   Stretched were my two feet,

   So sad their destiny.

   Stretched with extreme pain

   The bones of my feet.

   Stretched were my two arms,

   Their burden will not be.

   Stretched were my two shoulders,

   So diligently it was done.

   Stretched were the nails,

   Within my heart.

   Stretched was the spiking,

   Between my two eyes.

   Thick are the holes

   Of the crown of thorns in my head.

   The lance was struck

   And my side was pierced.

   It will be struck to you also,

   As your right hand (struck me).

   To you there will be no forgiveness,

   For piercing me with spears.

   And the Ruler we knew not

   When thou wert hung.

9. 

   There was a calling on the Creator,

   Upon Christ for causes,

   Until when the Eternal

   Should deliver those whom he had made.

   The Lord answered them,

   Through language and elements:

   Take the forms of the principal trees,

   Arranging yourselves in battle array,

   And restraining the public.

10. 

    A wave do ye displace,

    A shield do ye extend

    To the travelling woe,

    And violent exertion through grief.

    And inflaming through fury

    Between heaven and earth.

11. 

    When the trees were enchanted,

    In the expectation of not being trees,

    The trees uttered their voices

    From strings of harmony,

    The disputes ceased.

    Let us cut short heavy days,

    A female restrained the din.

    She came forth altogether lovely.

    The head of the line, the head was a female.

    The advantage of a sleepless cow

    Would not make us give way.

    The blood of men up to our thighs,

    The greatest of importunate mental exertions

    Sported in the world.

    And one has ended

    From considering the deluge,

    And Christ crucified

    And the day of judgement near at hand.

12. 

    The praising thy mercy.

    There hath not been here;

    O supreme Ruler;

    There hath not been; there will not be,

    One so good as the Lord.

    There hath not been born in the day of the people

    Any one equal to God.

    And no one will acknowledge

    Any one equal to him.

    Above heaven, below heaven,

    There is no Ruler but he.

    Above sea, below sea,

    He created us.

13. 

    Sure-hoofed is my steed in the day of battle:

    The high sprigs of alder are on thy hand:

    Bran by the branch thou bearest

    Has Amathaon the good prevailed.

14. 

    I have been a course, I have been an eagle.

    I have been a coracle in the seas:

    I have been compliant in the banquet.

    I have been a drop in a shower;

    I have been a sword in the grasp of the hand

    I have been a shield in battle.

    I have been a string in a harp,

    Disguised for nine years,

    in water, in foam.

    I have been sponge in the fire,

    I have been wood in the covert

15. 

    I saw a feeding about a lion for plants,

    I saw leaves of luxuriant growth.

    I saw a branch with equal blossoms.

    Did I not see a prince? most liberal his customs,

    I saw the ruler of Cathraeth beyond the plains

    Be my oak the gleaming spirit of the Cymry.

16. 

    Songs and minstrels.

    And the hymns of angels,

    Will raise from the graves,

    They will entreat from the beginning.

    They will entreat together publicly,

    On so great a destiny.

    Those whom the sea has destroyed

    Will make a great shout,

    At the time when cometh

    He, that will separate them.

17. 

    I have been in a multitude of shapes,

    Before I assumed a consistent form.

    I have been a sword, narrow, variegated,

    I will believe when it is apparent.

    I have been a tear in the air,

    I have been the dullest of stars.

    I have been a word among letters,

    I have been a book in the origin.

    I have been the light of lanterns,

    A year and a half.

    I have been a continuing bridge,

    Over three score river mouths.

18. 

    The love-diffusing [Lord] will separate us.

    The land of worldly weather,

    A wind will melt the trees:

    There will pass away every tranquillity

    When the mountains are burnt.

    There will be again inhabitants

    With horns before kings;

    The mighty One will send them,

    Sea, and land, and lake.

    There will be again a trembling terror,

    And a moving of the earth,

    And above every field,

    And ashes the rocks will be;

    With violent exertion, concealment,

    And burning of lake.

19. 

    O God, the God of formation,

    Ruler, strengthener of blood.

    Christ Jesus, that guards.

    Princes loud-proclaiming go their course

    For a decaying acquisition.

20. 

    The heath was victorious, keeping off on all sides.

    The common people were charmed,

    During time proceeding of the men.

    The oak, quickly moving,

    Before him, tremble heaven and earth.

    A valiant door-keeper against an enemy,

    his name is considered.

    The blue-bells combined,

    And caused a consternation.

    In rejecting, were rejected,

    Others, that were perforated

21. 

    Eagle of the land, extensive thy glance.

    I would have requested an active courser

    Of vigorous trot, the price of the spoil of Taliesin.

    One is the violent course on the bottom and the summit,

    One is the gift of a baron to a lord.

    One is the herd of stags in their fight.

    One is the wolf not covetous of broom,

    One is the country where a son is born,

    And of one form and one sound is the battle-place of warriors.

22. 

    Ruler of heaven, Ruler of every people!

    We knew not, O Christ! that it was thou.

    If we had known thee,

    Christ, we should have refrained from thee.

23. 

    Am I not with hosts making a din?

    I would not cease, between two hosts, without gore.

    Am I not he that is called Gorlassar?

    My belt was a rainbow to my foe.

24. 

    Pleasant, the word that utters the Trinity;

    Also pleasant, extreme penance for sin.

    Pleasant, the summer of pleasantness;

    Communion with the Lord, in the day of judgment.

25. 

    When God comes

    A great noise will pierce us,

    The day of judgment terribly.

    Messengers from the door,

    Wind, and sea, and fire.

    lightning and thunder

    A number without flattery.

    The people of the world groaning

    Will be concealed.

26. 

    I shared my shelter,

    a ninth share in Arthur's valour.

    I broke a hundred forts.

    I slew a hundred stewards.

    I bestowed a hundred mantles.

    I cut off a hundred heads.

    I gave to an old chief

    very great swords of protection.

27. 

    Do not the brave know

    The greatness of their progeny?

    A country present will meet thee,

    And while it may possibly be yours,

    Three hundred thousand years save one,

    A short hour of the day of everlasting life.

28. 

    Sure-hoofed is my steed impelled by the spur;

    The high sprigs of alder are on thy shield;

    Bran art thou called, of the glittering branches.

29. 

    The dawn smiles, repelling gloom,

    At the dawn with violence,

    At every meet season,

    At the meet season of his turnings,

    At the four stages of his course,

    I will extol him that judges violence,

    Of the strong din, deep his wrath.

    I am not a man, cowardly, gray,

    A scum near the wattle.

30. 

    Abiding in heaven was he, my desire,

    Against the eagle, against the fear of the unskilful.

    I am a bard, and I am a harper,

    I am a piper, and I am a crowder.

    Of seven score musicians the very great enchanter.

31. 

    May the countenance of Prydain be bright for my guidance.

    Sovereign of heaven, let my messages not be rejected.

32. 

    Kings will shudder [that] day,

    Woe awaits them!

    When the recompenser shall appear,

    Let the heaven appear below.

    A ruddy wind will be brought

    Out to the cinder,

    Until the world is as desolate

    As when created.

33. 

    In manliness he will greet my trouble,

    Should I be bled, I should evidently get better;

    Truly I saw no one before, who saw not in me

    Every indisposition, he will cultivate his business.

34. 

    I have not been without battle.

    Bitter affliction was frequent

    Between me and my cousins.

    Frequent trials fell

    Between me and my fellow-countrymen.

    There was frequent contention

    Between me and the wretched.

35. 

    Pleasant, liquors of the mead-brewer to the multitude;

    Also pleasant, a songster generous, amiable.

    Pleasant, the open field to cuckoos and the nightingale;

    Also pleasant when the weather is serene.

36. 

    The Cymry will be lamenting

    While their souls will be tried

    Before a horde of ravagers.

    The Cymry, chief wicked ones,

    On account of the loss of holy wafers.

37. 

    I am not meet for petty men, slack their habit:

    They know not, they, on what day who was made,

    what hour of the fine day was born to whom,

    who made him who went not to the dale of Tefwy.

    They know not, they, the great Speckled Ox in headgear

    with seven-score links in its collar-chain.

    And when we went with Arthur, a sorry visit,

    Save for seven none came up from Fort Divine Height.

38. 

    I adore the sovereign lord of the royal land -

    May his dominion extend over the reaches of the cosmos!

39. 

    I am not meet for petty men, the book a boss:

    They saw not Arthur's virtue beyond the Fort of Glasses.

    Three score centuries of men stationed on the wall:

    to speak with its sentinel was not easy.

    Three fulnesses of Prydwen we went with Arthur,

    Save for seven none came up from Fort Hindrance.

40. 

    Pleasant to bring back the divisions of a parish;

    Also pleasant to us the time of paradise.

    Pleasant, the moon, a luminary in the heavens;

    Also pleasant where there is a good rememberer.

41. 

    I am old. I am young. I am Gwion,

    I am universal, I am possessed of penetrating wit.

42. 

    Composed for renown am I, a verse heard

    four times over in the four-quartered fort

    in the song of the cauldron when first it gave voice,

    warmed by the breath of nine maidens.

    The Chief of Annwn's cauldron, who finished

    the rim around its edge with pearl,

    swore never should it cook a coward's food?

    A bright flashing sword was raised to it

    and it was left in the hand of Llenlleawc

    and lanterns shone before Hell's mouth's door

    and when we went in with Arthur trouble glittered:

    Save for seven none came up from Fort Mead-mad.

43. 

    I am not meet for petty men, slack their spirit:

    They know not, they, what day the Chief was made,

    what hour of the fine day was born the owner,

    what a beast they keep with its silver head.

    When we went with Arthur, a sorry strife,

    Save for seven none came up from Fort Hoar-side.

44. 

    A hallowed grave in dying, with the grave an altar:

    I adore the sovereign lord, the great,

    That I be not sad, Christ grant me.

45. 

    Composed for renown am I, a verse heard

    on the stone-doored isle in the four-quartered fort.

    Tranquillity and obscurity mingled

    shiny wine their drink before their retinue.

    Three fulnesses of Prydwen we went upon the main,

    Save for seven none came up from Castle Rigor.

46. 

    And entreating his exalted weight,

    Under the stars, saints he planted.

47. 

    It is a fit time to go to the drinking,

    With the skilful men, about art,

    And a hundred knots, the custom of the country,

    The shepherd of the districts, support of gates,

    Like going without a foot to battle.

48. 

    And what is pleasant to me is no worse.

    And the paternal horn by mead-nourished payment.

    Pleasant, the directing of fish in the pond;

    Also pleasant, calling about to play.

49. 

    Let them make their war.

    Whence come night and day?

    Whence will the eagle become gray?

    Whence is it that night is dark?

    Whence is it that the linnet is green?

    The ebullition of the sea,

    How is it not seen?

50. 

    Monks mass like a pack of wolves

    from disputing with the masters who instruct them -

    They know not when deep dark and dawn divorce

    nor who sends the wind, nor who moves it,

    where it disappears to, what land it strikes.

51. 

    Pleasant, a steed with a thick mane in a tangle;

    Also pleasant, crackling fuel.

    Pleasant, desire, and silver fringes;

    Also pleasant, the conjugal ring.

52. 

    There will be commotions and turbulent times,

    Seek no peace — it will not accrue to thee.

    The Ruler of Heaven knows thy prayer.

    From his ardent wrath thy praise has propitiated him

    The Sovereign King of Glory addresses me with wisdom

    Hast thou seen the dominus fortis?

    Knowest thou the profound prediction domini?

53. 

    Perfect was Gweir's prison in the Faery Fort.

    Due to the ministry of Pwyll and Pryderi

    none before him had entered therein.

    In the heavy blue chain a faithful servant kept him

    and for the Spoils of Annwfn keenly he chanted

    and unto Doom shall continue in bard-orison.

    Three fulnesses of Prydwen we entered in:

    Save for seven none came up from Fort Faery.

54. 

    I will offer a prayer to the Trinity,

    May the Eternal grant me to praise thee!

    In the present course, dangerous

    Our work; destruction is a slight impulse of wrath.

    They reckon of the saints a tribe,

    King of heaven, may I be eloquent about thee!

    Before the separation of my soul from my flesh.

55. 

    Who was confessor

    To the gracious Son of Mary?

    What was the most beneficial measure

    Which Adam accomplished?

56. 

    Seven scores, seven scores, seven hundreds of saints,

    And seven thousands and seven ten scores,

    November a number implored,

    Though martyrs good they came.

57. 

    Excellent in every way around the glens

    The two skilful ones make inquiries

58. 

    He would not journey without a foot.

    He would not breed nuts without trees,

    Like seeking for ants in the heath.

    Like an instrument of foolish spoil,

    Like the retinue of an army without a head,

    Like feeding the unsheltered on lichen.

59. 

    The number that have been, and will be,

    Above heaven, below heaven, how many there are.

    And as many as have believed in revelation,

    Believed through the will of the Lord.

    As many as are on wrath through the circles,

    Have mercy, God, on thy kindred.

    May I be meek, the turbulent Ruler,

    May I not endure, before I am without motion.

    Grievously complaineth every lost one,

    Hastily claimeth every needy one.

60. 

    Which was first, is it darkness, is it light?

    Or Adam, when he existed, on what day was he created?

    Or under the earth’s surface, what the foundation?

    He who is a legionary will receive no instruction.

61. 

    I am a harmonious one; I am a clear singer.

    I am steel; I am a druid.

    I am an artificer; I am a scientific one.

    I am a serpent; I am love; I will indulge in feasting.

    I am not a confused bard drivelling,

    When songsters sing a song by memory,

    They will not make wonderful cries;

    May I be receiving them.

    Like receiving clothes without a hand,

    Like sinking in a lake without swimming

    The stream boldly rises tumultuously in degree.

62. 

    I am a bard; I will not disclose secrets to slaves;

    I am a guide: I am expert in contests.

    If he would sow, he would plough; he would plough, he would not reap.

    If a brother among brothers,

    Didactic Bards with swelling breasts will arise

    Who will meet around mead-vessels,

    And sing wrong poetry

    And seek rewards that will not be,

    Without law, without regulation, without gifts.

    And afterwards will become angry.

63. 

    The rock wave-surrounded, by great arrangement,

    Will convey for us a defence, a protection from the enemy.

    The rock of the chief proprietor, the head of tranquillity.

    The intoxication of meads will cause us to speak.

    I am a cell, I am a cleft, I am a restoration,

    I am the depository of song; I am a literary man;

    I love the high trees, that afford a protection above,

    And a bard that composes, without earning anger;

    I love not him that causes contention;

    He that speaks ill of the skilful shall not possess mead.

64. 

    Pleasant, the heath when it is green;

    Also pleasant, the salt marsh for cattle.

    Pleasant, the time when calves draw milk;

    Also pleasant, foamy horsemanship.

65. 

    Monks throng like a kennel of pups

    from disputing with the masters who instruct them

    whether the run of the wind is one, or one the ocean's waters

    or one the spark of fire - an illimitable clamour.

66. 

    Heroic numberer of languages,

    A conspicuous sea-shoal of goodly increase.

    A number that God will watch with extreme love.

    In heaven, in earth, at the end,

    In straits, in expanse, in form,

    In body, in soul, in habit,

    Prudence far from the presence of kings.

    I adore thee, Ruler of the land of peace.

    Let my soul be in a condition of life;

    For ever in court;

    A servant of heaven, he will not refuse me.

67. 

    Pleasant, the eagle on the shore of the sea when it flows;

    Also pleasant, sea-gulls playing.

    Pleasant, a horse with gold-enamelled trappings;

    Also pleasant to be honest in a breach.

68. 

    Dominus virtutum

    Has gathered together those that were in slavery,

    And before I existed He had perceived me.

    May I be ardently devoted to God!

    And before I desire the end of existence,

    And before the broken foam shall come upon my lips,

    And before I become connected with wooden boards,

    May there be festivals to my soul!

69. 

    There are three fountains

    In the mountain of roses,

    There is a Caer of defence

    Under the ocean’s wave.

    Illusive greeter,

    What is the porter’s name?

70. 

    Pleasant, summer, and slow long day;

    Also pleasant to pass out of chastisement

    Pleasant, the blossoms on the tops of the pear-trees;

    Also pleasant, friendship with the Creator.

71. 

    The number of saints in scores,

    Valiant men, golden their party.

    Before kings a career of praise,

    Warriors, no one was before them in demanding.

    In straits, in expanse, in every need,

    May they be a city to our body and our soul!

72. 

    Pleasant, a steed in a leather halter;

    Also pleasant, alliance with a king.

    Pleasant, the hero that destroys not the yielding;

    Also pleasant, the splendid Cymraec language.

73. 

    Twelve thousand in the convention

    Believed through the voice of John.

    They worship, they deserve a portion,

    In heaven they will not be angry.

74. 

    A pleasant virtue, extreme penance to an extreme course;

    Also pleasant, when God is delivering me.

    Pleasant, the carousal that hinders not mental exertion;

    Also pleasant, to drink together about horns.

75. 

    I will declare when I am in the gravel,

    From the maintenance of gifts,

    From being numbered, from going to be a martyr

    In the reckoning of Saint Segerno.

    From a word when sin may be to me,

    Let there be no sigh from those that hear me.

76. 

    Book-learning scarcely tells me

    Of severe afflictions after death-bed;

    And such as have heard my bardic books

    They shall obtain the region of heaven, the best of all abodes.

77. 

    Meditating were my thoughts

    On the vain poetry of the bards of Brython.

    Making the best of themselves in the chief convention.

    Enough, the care of the smith’s sledge-hammer.

    I am in want of a stick, straitened in song,

    The fold of the bards, who knows it not?

78. 

    Whence come night and flood?

    How they disappear?

    Whither flies night from day;

    And how is it not seen?

79. 

    Multitudes, of beautiful works,

    Believed, served with us.

80. 

    Pleasant, berries in the time of harvest;

    Also pleasant, wheat upon the stalk.

    Pleasant the sun moving in the firmament;

    Also pleasant the retaliators of outcries.

81. 

    The number of saints, a synod without desire,

    From God the divine prophesy.

    In every tongue they compose,

    About the earth they were,

    And so many wisely prophesied

    Christ, and before he was, they were.

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