Penarddun, foremost of women, mother of children
courageous and cunning, goddess most beautiful,
goddess most wise, open-handed hostess of many,
chief of the household, chief of the battlefield,
long gone are the tales of your might and your glory,
long gone those who knew of your ventures and deeds;
remaining to us is your resolve, the strength
of your spirit, your sovereignty–well known to us
are your gift of order, your blessing of freedom,
the voice of self within our hearts. O Penarddun,
who knows of the greatness in each day’s labor,
who knows of the fire within the coal, I honor you.