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Traveller at the Tomb of Llewelyn ap Gruffud or Trafaeliwr ger Bedd Llewelyn ap Gruffud
Mat_j
25 Apr 2004
"Och hyt attat ti Duw na daw mor tros dir!
Pa beth yn gedir y ohiriaw?
Nyt oes le y kyrcher rac carchar braw,
nyut oes le y trigyer: och or trigyaw!"
-Gruffudd ab yr Ynad Coch (fl. 1280)
"Why does not the sea cover the land?
Why are we left here to linger?
There's no place to hide from fear's prison,
Nowhere left to dwell, such a dwelling!"
-Gruffudd ab yr Ynad Coch (fl. 1280)
My hands touch the tomb,
My heart leads the way,
A forgone conclusion,
At the end of the day.
I open my eyes,
The wind favours chance,
The cool grass beneath me,
Refrains from its dance.
My hand holds my sword,
As I turn to leave,
A nation in torment,
For you it grieves.
But I'm no avenger,
These arms aren't that strong,
I am just a traveller,
And a peddler of song.
(Taken from Riviera Street Corner)
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