Skene's Four Ancient Books of
LIX. THE OMEN OF PRYDEIN THE GREAT.
BOOK OF TALIESSIN VI.
The Awen foretells the hastening of
The multitude, possessed of wealth and peace;
And a bountiful sovereign, and eloquent princes.
And after tranquillity, commotion in every place,
Heroic men raising a tumult of fierce contention.
Swift the remorse of defending too long.
The contention of men even to Caer Weir, the dispersion of the Allmyn.
They made great rejoicing after exhaustion,
And the reconciling of the Cymry and the men of Dublin,
10 The Gwyddyl of Iwerdon, Mona, and Prydyn,
Cornwall and Clydemen their compact with them.
The Brython will be outcasts, when they shall have done,
Far will be foretold the time they shall be.
Kings and nobles will subdue them.
The men of the North at the entry surrounding them,
In the midst of their front they will descend.
Myrdin foretells these will meet,
In Aber Peryddon, the stewards of the kings
And though there be no right of slaughter they complain.
20 Of one will of the mind they will refuse.
Stewards their taxes would collect;
In the treasures of Cymry, there was not that they would pay.
One that is a proprietor says this.
There will not come one that will pay in slavery.
The great Son of Mary declareth, when if did not break out
Against the chief of the Saxons and their fondness,
Far be the Cychmyn to Gwrtheyrn of Gwynedd.
He drove the Allmyn to banishment.
No one will attain to anything, but what earth will deprive.
30 They know not what may be passing in every outlet.
When they bought Thanet, through lack of discretion,
With Hors and Heng who were in their career,
Their prosperity has been derived from us without honour.
After a secret, the captive was worked upon at the Ynver.
Drunkenness will be pleased with much liquor of mead,
Poverty will bear with the death of many.
Terrors will bear with the tears of women;
An enervated chief will excite a wailing.
The sorrow of the world will bear with much irritation.
40 When the Cechmyu of Thanet are our kings,
May the Trinity ward off the blow that is intended.
To agitate the land of the Brython, and the Saxons at variance.
Sooner may their kings be in banishment,
Than the Cymry should go into exile.
The great Son of Mary declareth, when will not break out
The Cymry against the surmise of a baron, and princes;
Foremost ones in asking, examples, one law they complain,
One meeting, one council, of one voice they are.
There were none, however great, who did not speak.
50 Except to dispense with surmises they would not agree.
To God and David they recommended themselves.
Let him pay, let him refrain from a refusal to Allmyn.
Let them make ill reports of the wants of the townsman.
The Cymry will meet the Saxons.
For various mutual consumption and resistance.
Of the excessively great army, when they have experience,
And on the hill, at the blades and shout, they will tremble,
And on the Gwy severe rencounters will follow them.
And a banner will come, rough it will descend.
60 And like the budded blossoms the Saxons will fall.
The Cymry gathering strength with union of actions.
First and last the Granwynyon were in a strait,
The stewards to the value of their deceit prostrating them.
Their army in the running of blood surrounding them.
Others on their feet through woods will retreat.
Through the ramparts of the city they will flee.
A war without returning to the land of Prydyn.
The council will be broken by hand, like the sea they will glide away.
The stewards of Caer Ceri dishonoured complain.
70 Some the valley and hill do not decline,
To Aber Peryddon they came not well.
Tremendous taxes they collect.
Nine score hundred men they descend.
Great mockery, except four, they did not return.
Tranquillity to their wives they say,
Their shirts full of gore they wash.
The Cymry, foremost in asking, profuse of soul,
The men of the South will defend their taxes,
With sharp-ground blades utterly they will kill.
80 There will be no advantage to the physician from what they do.
The armies of Cadwaladyr, mighty they come,
The Cymry were exalted, a battle they made.
A slaughter without measure they assailed.
In the end of their taxes, death they know.
Others, large branches they planted.
For age of ages their taxes they will not leave off.
In wood, in plain, on hill,
A candle in the dark will go with them.
Cynan opening a forward way in every descent.
90 Saxons against the Brython, woe they will sing.
Cadwaladyr a pillar with his princes.
Though prudence utterly attending to them.
When they drop their covering over their support.
In affliction, and the crimson gore on the cheeks of the Allmyn.
At the end of every expedition spoil they lead.
The Saxon on journey as far as Caer Wynt formerly who sooner skulked?
Happy they, the Cymry, when they say,
The Trinity delivered us from the former trouble.
Let not Dyved or Glywyssyg tremble.
100 The praise of stewards will not affect kings,
Nor shall the councils of the Saxons obtain what they say.
Meads shall not cause drunkenness with us,
Without the payment by fate of what we have.
From orphaned sons and others a few
Through the intercession of David and the saints of Prydeyn,
As far as the stream of Arlego they will flee out.
The Awen foretells, the day will come,
When he will come to summon to one council,
One company, one council, and Lloegyr being burnt,
110 In the hope of detracting our most comely army.
And the song of another country will flee always.
He knows not a hiding-place for my goods, and where will be a shelter?
They raise a barking, like a bear from the mountain.
To pay flattery their country will bleed.
Again shall come the toil of spears, fierce and sharp:
The friend shall not spare the body of his companion.
Again shall come the head of a salmon without brains;
Again shall come widowed women and spare horses.
Again shall come a terrible shout from the assault of the warriors,
120 And many hands unequal before scattering armies.
The messengers of death met together,
When stood carcases according to their origin,
The tax will be avenged and the value daily,
And the many messages on the false army.
The Cymry have prevailed through the rencounter,
Completely unanimous: of one voice, of one faith.
The Cymry have prevailed to cause battle.
And the tribes of many a country they will collect,
And the holy banner of David they will raise,
130 To lead the Gwyddyl through the dark blue sea.
And the faction of Dublin with us stood,
When they come to the battle, they will not deny themselves;
They will ask the Saxons what they seek:
How much of debt from the country they hold?
Whence is their route when they settled?
Whence their generation? from what land did they come?
Since the time of Gwrtheyrn they trample upon us.
Truth will not be obtained in the land of discord
Did they not trample entirely on the privilege of our saints?
140 Did they not entirely break through the miracles of David?
The Cymry will keep themselves, when they visit.
The Allmyn will not go from the places they stand on,
Until they shall have paid seven times the value of what they did.
And death shall scatter to the value of their wrong.
The kin of Garmawn will pay of honour,
In four years and four hundred.
Valiant men long-haired, the Lord will incite:
And a driving of the Saxons from Iwerdon there will be.
Thence will come from Lengo, a wanton fleet,
150 The battle was ruined, the armies were torn.
There will come from Alclud, men, bold, faithful,
To drive from Prydein bright armies.
There will come from Llydaw, a seasonable ally,
Warriors from their war-horses will not regard their origin.
Saxons on all sides into disgrace will come;
Their age has passed away; there is not a country.
Death has been accomplished to the black auxiliary.
Disease and duty will deliver us,
After gold and silver and what is congenial.
160 Let a bush be their shelter in reward of their bad faith.
Let the sea be, let an anchor be, their counsellors.
let gore be, let death be, their auxiliary.
Cynan and Cadwaladyr, mighty in armies;
They will, be honoured until judgment: prosperity will attend them.
Two tenacious chiefs; profound their counsel.
Two that will overcome the Saxons, with the aid of the Lord.
Two generous ones, two treasurers of a merchant's country.
Two fearless ones, ready, of one fortune, of one faith.
Two exalters of Prydein of bright armies.
170 Two bears do not know shame barking daily.
Druids foretell what great things will happen.
From Mynaw to Llydaw in their hands will be.
From Dyved to Thanet they will possess.
From the light to the ground along their Abers.
Their chief partly paid for the land.
A nakedness on Cynon, Saxons will not be.
The Gwyddyl will return to their native country,
The Cymry will raise up a mighty auxiliary.
Armies about ale from the tumult of soldiers.
180 And the kings of God that have kept their faith
Will summon to every fleet: trouble will end;
And Cynan will reconcile them with each other.
Cynon will not call in as combatants,
Save the Cechmyn of Cadwaladyr, and his merchants.
Like a Cymro, joyful of speech he will be,
About the afflicted isle swarms will cease;
When the carcases stand according to their race,
Even to Aber Santwic it will be noised,
That the Allmyn are about to emigrate abroad,
190 One after another, breaking afresh upon their race.
The Saxons at anchor on the sea always,
The Cymry venerable until doomsday shall be supreme
They will not seek books nor be covetous of poets.
The presage of this isle will be no other than this.
We will praise the King that created heaven and earth.
May David be a leader to the combatants.
Ynyr in Gelli Caer for God be is;
He will not die, he will not run away, he will not exhaust;
He will not fade, he will not fail, he will not bend, he will not tremble.