Colin F. Jones

A WELSH EXPERIMENT

Aberth! Aberth! What is their worth?
There’s no lloches for the dead,
Absit! They stain dear mother Earth!
With the fruitless blood they shed.

Twas Am ddim! As all death is,
When given without a need;
They lost their dreams and failed,
To amaethu their seed

Translations:

  • Aberth: Sacrifice
  • Llochesau: Refuge
  • Twas am ddim: All is nothingness
  • Amaethu: Cultivate