The First Song of Yscolan
Black Book of Carmarthen XXVI
Black thy horse, black thy cope,
Black thy head, black thyself,
Yes, black! art thou Yscolan?
I am Yscolan the scholar,
Slight is my clouded reason,
There is no drowning the woe of him who offends a sovereign.
For having burnt a church, and destroyed the cattle of a school,
And caused a book to be submerged,
My penance is a heavy affliction.
Creator of the creatures, of supports
The greatest, pardon me my iniquity!
He who betrayed Thee, deceived me.
A full year was given me
At Bangor on the pole of a weir;
Consider thou my suffering from sea-worms.
If I knew what I now know
As plain as the wind in the top branches of waving trees,
What I did I should never have done.
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