Blessed is the birch in the valley of Gwy br Whose branches will fall off one by one, two by two br It will remain when there will be a battle in Ardudwy br And the lowing together of the cattle about the ford of Mochnwy br And spears and shouting at Dyganwy br And Edwin bearing sway in Mona br And youths pale and light br In ruddy clothes commanding them. br br Blessed is the birch in Pumlumon br Which will see when the front of the stage shall be exalted br and which will see Franks clad in mail br About the hearth food for whelps br And monks frequently riding on steeds. br br Blessed is the birch in the heights of Dinwythy br Which will know when there shall be a battle in Ardudwy br And spears uplifted around Edrywy br And a bridge in the Taw, and another on the Tawy br And another, on account of a misfortun, on the banks of the Gwy br And the artificer that will make it, let his name by Garwy; br and the principle of Mona have dominion over it.