LXV.
I am not headstrong and petulant,
I will not avenge myself on him who drives me on, [145c]
I will not laugh in derision;
This particle [145d] shall go under foot. [145e]
My limbs [145f] are racked,
And I am loaded, [146a]
In the subterraneous house;
An iron chain
Passes over my two knees;
Yet of the mead and of the horn, [146b]
And of the host of Cattraeth,
I Aneurin will sing [146c]
What is known to Taliesin,
Who communicates to me his thoughts, [146d]
Or a strain of Gododin,
Before the dawn of the bright day. [146e]