Cad Goddeu - Gwydion

I have travelled, the earth

I wondered, I encircled

I slept in a hundred islands

I have dwelt in one hundred forts

Is God in human image made birth?

There was a calling on the Creator

Until when the eternal should deliver

The gates roll back, far within

People were made, remade and made again

By the exhumed hearts, the trmbling men

The Lord answerd them

Through language and elements

Take the forms for the principal trees

Arranging yourselves in battle array

Of sages, in the primitive world

Between the knees of kings

Scattering spears not keen

From heaven when came

With pain at his hand, traced

The blood of men, up to our waist

With my sword, spotted with blood

In the presence of kings, we judge!