Not of mother and father,
When I was made
Did my creator create me.
Of nine-formed faculties,
Of the fruit of fruits,
Of the fruit of the primordial God,
Of primroses and blossoms of the hill,
Of the flowers of trees and shrubs.
Of earth, of an earthly course,
When I was formed.
Of the flower of nettles,
Of the water of the ninth wave.
I was enchanted by Math,
Before I became immortal;
I was enchanted by Gwydion
The great Purifier of the Brython. . .
I was enchanted by the sage
Of sages, in the primitive world.
Book of Taliessin VIII
Skene's Four Ancient Books of Wales