Eryr Eli (‘The Eagle of River Eli’)

34 eryr eli, ban y lef [heno],
llewssei [ef] gwy[a]r llynn:
creu callon kyndylan wynn.		 The eagle of Eli, his cry is piercing [tonight],
he has drunk [from] a stream of blood:
the heart blood of Cynddylan the Fair.
35 eryr eli, gorelwi heno,
y gwaet gwyr gwynn novi.
ef y goet; trwm hoet y mi.		 The eagle of Eli was crying out loudly tonight,
it was wallowing in the blood of warriors.
He is in the wood; heavy sorrow overwhelms me.
36 eryr eli a glywaf heno,
creulyt yw; nys beidyaf.
ef y goet; trwm hoet arnaf.		 The eagle of Eli I hear tonight,
he is gory; I shall not defy him.
He is in the wood; heavy sorrow overwhelms me.
37 eryr eli, gorthrymet heno
diffrynt meissir myget!
dir brochuael, hir rygodet.		 The eagle of Eli, most grievous tonight
in the beautiful valley of Meisir!
The land of Brochfael, deeply afflicted.
38 eryr eli, echeidw myr,
ny threid pyscawt yn ebyr.
gelwit gwelit o waet gwyr.		 The eagle of Eli, watches over the seas,
does not pierce the fish in the estuaries.
He calls for the blood of warriors.
39 eryr eli, gorymda coet [heno],
kyuore, kinyawa.
a’e llawch llwydit y draha.		 The eagle of Eli travels over the woods [tonight],
his feasting is to his fill.
The violence of he who indulges him succeeds.

Eryr Pengwern (‘The Eagle of Pengwern’)

40 eryr penngwern penngarn llwyt [heno]
aruchel y atleis,
eidic am gic [a gereis].		 The eagle of Pengwern, grey-taloned [tonight]
his screech is piercing,
greedy for the flesh [I loved].
41 eryr penngwern penngarn llwyt [heno]
aruchel y euan,
eidic am gic kynndylan.		 The eagle of Pengwern, grey-taloned [tonight]
his shriek is shrill
greedy for the flesh of Cynddylan.
42 eryr penngwern pengarn llwyt [heno]
aruchel y adaf,
eidic am gic a garaf.		 The eagle of Pengwern, grey-taloned [tonight]
his claw is raised,
greedy for flesh I love.
43 eryr penngwern, pell galwawt heno
ar waet gwyr gwyla[w]t.
ry gelwir trenn tref difawt.		 The eagle of Pengwern will call afar tonight,
he will wait for the blood of warriors.
Tern is called a desolate town.
44 eryr penngwern, pell gelwit heno,
ar waet gwyr gwelit.
ry gelwir trenn tref lethrit.		 The eagle of Pengwern calls afar tonight,
he waits for the blood of warriors
Tern is called a dead town.