| KERGRONT HA PENNRYNN | CAMBRIDGE AND PENRYN |
| Pol Hodge | trans. Pol Hodge (from Cornish) |
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(kynvann rag Glasnedh) Pennskol Rysoghan yw tas Ytho Kergront yw an vamm. Ottomma an kolljiow Antevys vydh gans an flamm, Kresenn veur a ardhyskans War lann anserth Avon Cam. My a gar pup-tra omma, Drehevyansow bras ha brav Ha’n bennskol yw fest yn fyw Gwenton, gwav ynwedh kynyav, Moy bysi hwath ages yn Porthia yn kres an hav. Marthys teg yw an sita Kompes heb bronn, brynn po bre, Gans tus heger a bub bro Oll warbarth y’n chiow-te Hag a-dro an studhoryon; Yma diwrosow pub le! Mes soweth nyns eus dowr fresk Dh’agan Pennrynn, marnas mor Gans hylli avel dagrow Owth amma orth agan dor. A yllyn ni dasewnhe Dorn horn termyn war neb kor? Y fia pur dha dhe weles Kepar ha’y gwirgemmynn; Fros a skians ow resek Dres oll hy hen stretys ynn Ha gans milyow a buntow Y’n avon orth Pennrynn. |
(a lament for Glasney) Oxford University is a father So Cambridge is the mother. Here are the colleges Untouched by the flame, Great centre of education On the flat bank on the River Cam. I love everything here, Buildings big and fine And the university is so much alive Spring, winter also autumn, Busier still than St. Ives in the middle of summer. Marvelously beautiful is the city Tidy without hill, hill or hill, With kind people of every land All together in the tea houses And the students all about; There are bicycles everywhere! But alas there’s no fresh water For our Penryn, only sea With brine like tears Kissing our ground. Can we redo Time’s iron hand in some way? It would be so good to see Like true legacy; A stream of knowledge racing Through her ancient narrow streets And with thousands of punts In the river at Penryn. |
Copyright © Pol Hodge 2002 - publ. Giss 'on Books