I was in many a guise,
before I was disenchanted.
I am a grey-cowled minstrel:
I believe in illusion.
I was for a time in the sky:
I was observing the stars.
I was a message in writing:
I was a book to my priest.
I was the light of the alter-horns,
for a year and a half.
I was a bridge, which is stationed
over three score water-meets.
I went traveling: I was an eagle;
I was a coracle on the seas
I was the attraction in good
I was a drop in a shower.
I was a sword in the hand-grip:
I was a shield in battle
I was a string in the harp of
enchantment for nine years.

Bum yn lliaws rith
Kyn bum kisgyfrith.
Bum cledyf culurith.
Credaf pan writh.
Bum deigyr yn awyr.
Bum serwaw syr.
Bum geir yn llythyr.
Bum llyfyr ym prifder.
Bum llugyrn lleufer
Blwydyn a hanher.
Bum pont ar triger.
Ar trugein aber.
Bum hynt bym eryr.
Bum corwc ymyr.
Bum darwed yn llat.
Bum das ygkawat.
Bum cledyf yn aghat.
Bum yscwyt ygkat.
Bum tant yn telyn
Lletrithawdc naw blwydyn.