Poem Three
The Death-Song of Erof
Book of Taliessin XL.
Were changed the elements
Like night into day,
When came the gloriously-free,
Erewlf chief of baptism.
Erewlf said,
That he valued not death.
Shield of the Mordei
Upon him it broke.
Erewlf the arranger,
Determined, frantic.
Four columns of equal length;
Ruddy, gold along them.
The columns of Erewlf
Will not dare a threatening,
A threatening will not dare.
The heat of the sun did not leave him.
No one went to heaven
Until went he,
Erewlf the wall-piercer.
May the sand be my covering,
May the Trinity grant me
Mercy on the day of judgment,
In unity without want.
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