I am old. I am young. I am Gwion, I am universal, I am possessed of penetrating wit. — Taliesin

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!

Thrice three protections,

Returning to the old places,

With a steed used to the field.

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.