“A fine handsome youth rewarded me;
May is a generous, open-handed prince.
He sent me true coins:
Clean green leaves of May's gentle hazels.
Twigs' florins don’t disappoint me,
May's fleur-de-lys wealth.”

— Dafydd ap Gwilym

Harddwas teg a'm anrhegai,
Hylaw ŵr mawr hael yw'r Mai.
Anfones ym iawn fwnai,
Glas defyll glân mwyngyll Mai.
Ffloringod brig ni'm digiai,
Fflŵr-dy-lis gyfoeth mis Mai.
"Mis Mai" (May), line 9; translation by Patrick Sims-Williams, from Boris Ford (ed.) Medieval Literature: The European Inheritance (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1983) p. 541.

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Harddwas teg a'm anrhegai, Hylaw ŵr mawr hael yw'r Mai. Anfones ym iawn fwnai, Glas defyll glân mwyngyll Mai. Ffloringod brig ni'm digiai, Fflŵr-dy-lis gyfoeth mis Mai.

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Welsh poet 1320–1380

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