Equally to be held in honour is the site of the

Great Mountain.

Adorned with the gushing of many waters—

sweet is the shade of its hazel thickets.

There a treasure is preserved which I will not

celebrate;

It is glorious and deeply concealed.

If Teils should return, if happiness were restored

to the Cymri,

Dewi and Dyfrig should serve his Mass; then a

great marvel would be made visible.

O blessed and miraculous work! then should my

bliss be as the joy of angels.

I had rather behold this offering than kiss the

twin lips of dark Gwenllian.

Dear my land of Gwent: O quam dilecta tabernacula.

Thy rivers are like precious golden streams of

Paradise, thy hills are as the Mount Syon.

Better a grave on Twyn Barlwm than a throne

in the palace of the Saxons at Caer-Ludd.

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