Ye have committed wickedness Against the Creator. A hundred thousand angels Are to me witnesses, Who came to… — Taliesin

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.

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.