In the deep, below the earth,
In the sky, above the earth,
There is one that knows what sadness is,
Better than joy.

They will not make their cauldrons
That will boil without fire.

VII the hostile confederacy



Not of mother and father,
When I was made, 
did my Creator create me.

Of nine-formed faculties,
Of the fruit of fruits,
of the fruit of the Primordial God.

VIII the battle of Godeu



Death above our head,
Wide is its covering.

IX Juvenile ornaments



Guess who it is!
This creature created
Ere flood inundated
Earth's valleys and plains.
Without flesh, without bone,
Without foot, without head,
Never born, never bred;
Not younger nor older
Than at first, nor yet bolder.
Having voice, having breath
Yet knowing no death
Naught needs he at all
Neither beast large or small.
Great God! the sea foams
When about it he roams;
In the course of his duties
How great are his beauties!
Neither evil nor good
In the field, in the wood,
Without hand to aid him
Old age never stayed him;
Coeval with time
Five ages, sublime,
He's no older at all
Since time did befall.
Oh, he is as wide 
As the earth, as the tide,
Yet earth never bore him
And eyes never saw him;
To east to west
At his maker's behest
Everywhere he has been 
Unseeing, unseen.
He is not sincere
Nor will he appear
At a word or command
From the sea, from the land;
Indispensable, he,
Unconfined, wholly free,
Unequalled the realms
His power overwhelms.
No council he takes
For the journeys he makes
Over brake, over stone
He rideth alone.
He id not astute,
He is loud, he is mute,
Uncourteous, bold,
Hot, vehement, cold,
Blustering, strong
His banner is long
On the face of the earth,
How great is his worth!
He is bad, he is dear
He is there, he is here
Disorder he makes
The great trees he shakes;
He will not make good
What he breaks in the wood!
He has no regret,
He oweth no debt
He is wet, he is dry,
Guilt passeth him by
When his labours are done
They  are scarcely begun:
When he resteth at noon
He will come again soon
From the heat of the sun,
From the cold of the moon.

XVIII song to the wind



And before they come,
The people of the world to one hill,
They will not be able to do the least,
Without the power of the king.

XX song to ale



It broke out with matchless fury...
Fire, the fiery meteor of the dawn.

XXV


May I not fall into the embrace of the swamp,
Into the mob that peoples the depths of Uffern.
I greatly fear the flinty covering
With the Guledig of the boundless country.

LII the praise of Lludd the Great



Five zones of the earth, for as long as it will last.
One is cold, and the second is cold,
And the third is heat, disagreeable, unprofitable.
The fourth, paradise, the people will contain.
The fifth is the temperate,
And the gates of the universe.
LV song to the Great world



I sing of the beautiful, the gay,
I'll sing of the world just one more day;
Much I reason and much I ponder,
Much I meditate much I wonder!
The bards of the world I will address
Since never was told me I confess
What thing it is that supports the world
Lest into the deeps it should be hurled,
Or what, if the world should fall anon,
In falling 'tis like to fall upon;
Or who 'tis upholds that it may
Revive when it winters into decay,
To burgeon into green leaf anew
Each yearly cycle it passes through.
The world how wonderful it is
It falls not into the dread abyss!
The world how strange, and how complete,
Trodden my men's unnumbered feet!
  Joahannes, Mattheus,
  Lucas and Marcus
'Tis they who sustain God's holy word
Through grace of the Holy Spirit heard.

LVI song to the little world