One of those little beggars is "O, Caroline" ! So, now it's been "outed", let's hear it ... the video is only a still by the way, but we don't care ....
On a completely unrelated theme, I bet NOBODY has ever looked up what "mynci" means in Welsh ... because everybody thinks it means "monkey." Ha!
Go on then ... you know you want to.
* I especially put "caneuon" in that sentence so it would have 3 different languages in it. Ha! again. It's definitely something to look out for from now on.
Yn diweddarach ...dyma peth bach hyfryd ...
Dr. Rowan Williams, the former Archbishop of Canterbury, has done a translation of this poem, and it is his translation which is used in the BBC Wales trailer for tomorrow’s match. His translation reads
What is living? The broad hall found
between narrow walls.
What is acknowledging? Finding the one root
under the branches’ tangle.
What is believing? Watching at home
till the time arrives for welcome.
What is forgiving? Pushing your way through thorns
to stand alongside your old enemy.
What is singing? The ancient gifted breath
drawn in creating.
What is labour but making songs
from the wood and the wheat?
What is it to govern kingdoms? A skill
still crawling on all fours.
And arming kingdoms? A knife placed
in a baby’s fist.
What is it to be a people? A gift
lodged in the heart’s deep folds.
What is love of country? Keeping house
among a cloud of witnesses.
What is the world to the wealthy and strong? A wheel,
turning and turning.
What is the world to earth’s little ones? A cradle,
rocking and rocking.
This is an alternative translation by Tony Conran
To live, what is it? It’s having
A great hall between cramped walls.
To know another, what’s that? Having
The same root under the branches
To believe, what is it? Guarding a town
Until acceptance comes.
Forgiveness, what’s that? A way through thorns
To an old enemy’s side.
Singing, what is that? The ancient
Genius of the creation.
What’s work but making a song
Of the trees and the wheat?
To rule a kingdom, what’s that? A craft
That is crawling still.
And to arm it? You put a knife
In a baby’s hand.
Being a nation, what is it? A gift
In the depths of the heart.
Patriotism, what’s that? Keeping house
In a cloud of witnesses.
What’s the world to the strong?
Hoop a-rolling.
To the children of earth, what is it?
A cradle rocking.