I’ve heard the Cwn Annwn call in the forest,
I’ve heard the Birds of Rhiannon sing,
I know what lies under the hill of Lundein
I know the heart of this Island’s king.
I am the claw that stole the young prince,
I am the sword that pierced Hafgan’s side,
I am Branwen’s tears on the rock,
I am Efnyssien’s anger and pride.
I am Teyrnon, raising the child,
I am Manawydan’s knowledge and skill,
I am Rhiannon’s wisdom and patience
I am Bendigeidfran's constant will.
I am the word and I am the song
I am the tie that nothing can sever
I am the telling and I am the tale
I am the story and I am forever.
Culaind asa Murthemniu,
acht ra fetar-sa tra imne
bid forderg in sluag sa de.
I know not who is the Hound,
Culann’s hight, of fairest fame;
But I know full well this host
Will be smitten red by him!