Reading all of the different translations makes me realise how many ways there are to translate from one language to another, and it probably depends partly on the person who is translating, their take on the story, their knowledge of not just the two languages but also the time and place and history surrounding the story.

But on reading each of the translations, I realise that it's the story that I relate to most. A dying harper calls for his harp one last time and recalls the times and events when he played the harp and blesses the people he has known and his treasured harp.

I wonder if when I am about to leave this earth I will have my own harp nearby. I know I will never play it as well as Dafydd Y Garreg Wen and I couldn't create such beautiful lyrics but saying goodbye to my beloved harp is definitely likely.

It brings to my mind that other lovely tune: O'Carolan's Farewell to Music.