Egymsra nz a sok vitz, A vendg velsz urak Orcikon, mint flelem, Spadt el a harag. Sz bennszakad, hang fennakad, Lehellet megszegik. Ajt megl fehr galamb, sz brd emelkedik. Itt van, kirly, ki tetteidet Elzengi, mond az agg S fegyver csrg, hal hrg Amint hrjba csap. Fegyver csrg, hal hrg, A nap vrtba szll, Vrszagra gyl az ji vad Te tetted ezt, kirly! Levgva npnk ezrei, Halomba, mint kereszt, Hogy sirva tallz aki l Kirly, te tetted ezt! Mglyra! el! igen kemny Parancsol Edurd Ha! lgyabb nek kell neknk S belp egy ifju brd. Ah! lgyan kl az esti szl Milfordbl fel Szzek siralma, zvegyek Panasza nyg bel. Ne szlj rabot, te szz! anya Ne szoptass csecsemt!... S int a kirly. S elrte mg A mglyra ment. De vakmern s hivatlanl Elll harmadik Kobzn a dal magra vall, Ez ge hallatik Elhullt csatban a derk No halld meg Edurd Neved ki diccsel ejten, Nem l oly velszi brd. Emlke sr a lanton mg No halld meg Edurd tok fejedre minden dal, Melyet zeng velszi brd. Megltom n! S parancsot d Kirly rettenetest Mglyra, ki ellenszegl, Minden velsz nekest! Szolgi szt szguldanak, Orszgszerin, tova. Montgomeryben gy esett A hres lakoma. S Edward kirly, angol kirly Vgtat fak lovn Krtte g fldszint az g A velszi tartomny. tszz, bizony, dalolva ment Lngsrba velszi brd De egy se birta mondani Hogy ljen Edurd. The Bards of Wales continue The nobles gaze in fierce amaze, Their cheeks grow deadly pale Not fear but rage their looks engage, They blanch but do not quail. All voices cease in soundless peace, All breathe in silent pain Then at the door a harper hoar Comes in with grave disdain Lo, here I stand, at your command, To chant your deeds, O king! And weapons clash and hauberks crash Responsive to his string. Harsh weapons clash and hauberks crash, And sunset sees us bleed, The crow and wolf our dead engulf This, Edward, is your deed! A thousand lie beneath the sky, They rot beneath the sun, And we who live shall not forgive This deed your hand hath done! Now let him perish! I must have The monarchs voice is hard Your softest songs, and not your wrongs! In steps a boyish bard The breeze is soft at eve, that oft From Milford Havens moans It whispers maidens stifled cries, It breathes of widows groans. You maidens, bear no captive babes! You mothers, rear them not! The fierce king nods. The lad is seizd And hurried from the spot. Unbidden then, among the men, There comes a dauntless third With speech of fire he tunes his lyre, And bitter is his word Our bravest died to slake your pride Proud Edward, hear my lays! No Welsh bards live who eer will give Your name a song a praise. Our harps with dead mens memories weep. Welsh bards to you will sing One changeless verse our blackest curse To blast your soul, O king! No more! Enough! cries out the king. In rage his orders break Seek through these vales all bards of Wales And burn them at the stake! His men ride forth to south and north, They ride to west and east. Thus ends in grim Montgomery The celebrated feast. Edward the king, the English king Spurs on his tawny steed Across the skies red flames arise As if Wales burned indeed. In martyrship, with song on lip, Five hundred Welsh bards died Not one was movd to say he lovd The tyrant in his pride.
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