in my native language welsh
Stauell Gyndylan ys tywyll heno,
Heb dan, heb wely.
Wylaf wers; tawaf wedy.
Stauell Gyndylan ys tywyll heno,
Heb dan, heb gannwyll.
Namyn Duw, pwy a’m dyry pwyll?
Stauell Gyndylan ys tywyll heno,
Heb dan, heb oleuat.
Etlit a’m daw amdanat.
Stauell Gyndylan ys tywyll y nenn,
Gwedy gwen gyweithyd.
Gwae ny wna da a’e dyuyd.
Stauell Gyndylan, neut athwyt heb wed,
Mae ym bed dy yscwyt.
Hyt tra uu, ny bu dollglwyt.
Stauell Gyndylan ys digarat heno,
Gwedy yr neb pieuat.
Wi a angheu, byr y’m gat?
Stauell Gyndylan, nyt esmwyth heno,
Ar benn carrec hytwyth,
Heb ner, heb niuer, heb amwyth.
Stauell Gyndylan, ys tywyll heno,
Heb dan, heb gerdeu.
Dygystud deurud dagreu.
Stauell Gyndylan ys tywyll heno,
Heb dan, heb deulu.
Hidyl vyn neigyr men yt gynnu.
Stauell Gyndylan a’m gwan y gwelet,
Heb doet, heb dan.
Marw vy glyw; buw mu hunan.
Stauell Gyndylan ys peithawc heno,
Gwedy ketwyr bodawc,
Eluan, Kyndylan, Kaeawc.
Stauell Gyndylan ys oergrei heno,
Gwedy yr parch a’m buei,
Heb wyr, heb wraged a’e katwei.
Stauell Gyndylan ys araf heno,
Gwedy colli y hynaf.
Y mawr drugarawc Duw, pa wnaf?
Stauell Gyndylan ys tywyll y nenn,
Gwedy dyua o Loegyrwys
Kyndylan ac Eluan Powys.
Stauell Gyndylan ys tywyll heno
O blant Kyndrwyn yn
Kynon a Gwiawn a Gwyn.
Stauell Gyndylan a’m erwan pob awr,
Gwedy mawr ymgyuyrdan
A weleis ar dy benntan.
in the language i actually speak english
The hall of Cynddylan is dark tonight,
Without fire, without a bed.
I will weep for a while; then I will be silent.
The hall of Cynddylan is dark tonight,
Without fire, without candle.
Save God, who will give me sanity?
The hall of Cynddylan is dark tonight,
Without fire, without light.
Grief for you comes over me.
The hall of Cynddylan, its roof is dark,
After the blest assembly.
Woe the good that does not come to it.
The hall of Cynddylan, you have become shapeless,
Your protector [lit. shield] is in the grave.
While he was alive, there were no breached gates.
The hall of Cynddylan is forlorn tonight,
After the one who owned it.
Alas death, why does it spare me?
The hall of Cynddylan is not comfortable tonight,
On the top of the enduring rock,
Without lord, without host, without protection.
The hall of Cynddylan is dark tonight,
Without fire, without songs.
My cheeks are worn away by tears.
The hall of Cynddylan is dark tonight,
Without fire, without a warband.
Abundant my tears where it falls.
The hall of Cynddylan, it wounds me to see it,
Without roof, without fire.
My lord is dead, but I am alive.
The hall of Cynddylan lies waste tonight,
After steadfast warriors,
Elfan, and gold-wearing Cynddylan. [R does not read Kaeawc as a name]
The hall of Cynddylan is desolate tonight,
After the respect which was mine,
Without men, without women who cared for it.
The hall of Cynddylan is quiet tonight,
After losing its lord.
Great merciful God, what shall I do?
The hall of Cynddylan, its roof is dark,
After the English destroyed
Cynddylan and Elfan of Powys.
The hall of Cynddylan is dark tonight,
After the race of the Cyndrwyn,
Cynon and Gwion and Gwyn.
The hall of Cynddylan, it is a wound to me each hour,
After the great company
That I saw on your hearth.
