Never in Gwyddno's weir
Was there such good luck as this night.
Fair Elphin, dry thy cheeks!
Being too sad will not avail,
Although thou thinkest thou hast no gain:
Too much grief will bring thee no good;
Nor doubt the miracles of the Almighty.
Although I am but little, I am highly gifted.
From seas, and from mountains,
And from the depths of rivers,