But when winter arrived, and everything, including the grass and the fruits of the trees, was taken away, Merlin had nothing left to eat. Therefore, he poured out such lamentations in a voice that would evoke pity.

"O Christ of Heaven, what should I do? Where on this earth should I place myself? I cannot find anything to eat. There is no grass on the ground, and there are no acorns on the trees."

Here, there were nineteen apple trees that bore fruit. Now, they are gone. Then who, who stole them from me? Where did they suddenly disappear to? Sometimes you can see them, and sometimes you cannot. Fate thus contends while simultaneously agreeing, allowing us to see and forbidding us at the same time.

Now, apples disappear from before me. Now, other things disappear from before me, one after another. The forest stands without leaves and without fruit. I am troubled by both of these. Because I cannot cover myself with leaves, nor can I eat the fruit. Winter takes everything away, and the south wind that brings rain also steals it away.

"If I were to find a turnip deep in the ground, hungry female boars or greedy wild boars would rush over and snatch the turnip that I pull from the soil."

"You, my wolf, my beloved companion. We used to wander with me through the trackless woods and forests, but now you can barely cross a field. A terrible hunger has weakened both of us."

You have lived in this forest before me, and the years that turned you gray came before I was even born. But you do not eat anything, and you don't know what to put inside yourself. That is strange to me. Because there are so many animals in this forest, like the norojika that you capture, and other beasts.

Perhaps, that loathsome old age has stolen your strength and made it impossible for you to even run. All that remains for you is to fill the air with only howls. Lying on your back on the ground, you are stretching out your tired limbs."

Merlin was singing in this way, among the bushes and dense hazel trees. His voice reached a traveler who happened to be passing by. The traveler turned towards the direction from which he heard the voices, found the place, and discovered the man who was speaking.

Merlin ran away when he saw the traveler, and the traveler chased after him. However, he could not stop the man from running away. Therefore, the traveler returned to the path he had come from, and while being moved by the incident of the man's escape, he continued on towards his original purpose without changing it.

Then, another man appeared before the traveler. He was from the court of King Rodalcus of Cambria. Rodalcus had taken Ganieda as his wife and was blessed with a beautiful queen. Ganieda lamented what had happened to her brother Merlin and sent servants into the forest and distant lands in an attempt to bring him back.

One of them approached the traveler, and the traveler also approached him, so they immediately met and exchanged words.

The man who had been sent to search for Merlin asked the traveler if he had seen Merlin in the forest or woods.

The traveler replied that he had seen such a man in the dense forest of Caledon. He said that when he tried to speak to him and sit together, the man quickly ran away between the trees.

When he was told this, the messenger left and entered deep into the forest, exploring deep valleys and crossing high mountains. He walked through dimly lit places, searching for a man everywhere.

There was a spring on the top of a mountain, surrounded on all sides by thorny bushes and dense thickets. Merlin sat there, looking out over the surrounding forest and watching the animals frolic.

The messenger climbed the mountain, silently advancing along a treacherous path while searching for the man. And finally, he found the spring and Merlin. Merlin was sitting on the grass over there, lamenting with these words:

"Ah, you who govern all things. Why is it that the seasons, which are divided into four parts, are not all the same? Spring brings forth flowers and leaves by its right, summer provides grains, autumn offers ripe fruits. Then follows the freezing winter, devouring everything else, ravaging, carrying rain and snow, hindering and wounding each one with storms. It does not allow the earth to produce colorful flowers, nor does it allow oaks to bear acorns, or apple trees to yield pomegranates."

Ah, it would be nice if there were no winter and no frost. It would be nice if it were spring or summer. It would be nice if the cuckoo returned while singing, and the nightingale, with its devout song, soothed sad hearts, and the turtledove, which keeps a vow of fidelity, also returned.

Among the new leaves, other birds will also sing together, and their melodies will comfort me.

From beneath the green grass, the earth will release the fresh fragrance of new flowers, and the spring will flow with a faint sound. Beside it, pigeons will call out from under the leaves, lulling me to sleep."

The messenger, hearing the prophet's voice, cut off his lament with the melody of the harp he had brought. He tried to distract the madman and soothe his heart. Then, moving his fingers, he played each string that produced a mournful sound, hiding himself in the background, and sang softly:

"Ah, the mournful groans of Gendronea, so pitiful."

Ah, the pitiful tears of Gwendolen. The pitiable Gwendolen, surrounded by so much death, is heartbreaking. In Wales, there was no woman more beautiful than her. Her whiteness surpassed even the goddesses, the leaves of yew trees, the roses that bloom in spring, and the lilies that scent the fields. The glory of spring shone only within her. Two eyes held a beauty like stars, and magnificent hair radiated golden light.

All of that was lost. Her beauty, in every aspect, vanished; her rosy complexion and facial features, as well as the reputation for having skin like snow, disappeared. Tormented by layers of sorrow, she is no longer the woman she once was. She does not know where her husband has gone, whether he is alive or dead. Therefore, she pitifully weakens, dissolving into a long period of grief, and has become completely emaciated.

Ganieeda, also filled with the same sorrow, wept alongside her and mourned for her lost brother without any comfort.

Here, she cried for her brother, while there, she cried for her husband, and both of them surrendered themselves to tears, spending a sad time.

At night, the two women wandering under the bushes were not given food, sleep, or solace.

Such immense sorrow was constricting them both.

Sidon's Dido also lamented in this way, when Aeneas untied the ropes of his ship and tried to leave hastily. When Demophoon did not return at the appointed time, the pitiful Phyllis groaned and wept like this. Brisseis also lamented Achilles who was away in this manner. Thus, the sister and wife together raised their voices in lamentation, constantly grieving while being burned by the suffering deep within their hearts.

The messenger sang in accordance with the lamenting strings, and through that melody, he sought to comfort the prophet's ears, soothe his heart, and make him rejoice along with the singer.

The prophet immediately stood up and spoke to the young person in a cheerful tone. And, once again pointing with his finger, he asked him to play the lament from before. The young person placed his fingers on the harp and revived the song that had been requested. Through investigation, they captured the man, and through the sweetness of the harp, gradually released him from madness.

Thus, Merlin remembered himself and recalled his former self. And he was astonished by his own madness, and hated it. His previous heart returned to him, and sanity also returned to him. Regaining his reason, he was moved by the names of his sister and wife, and groaned. And he asked to be taken to the court of King Rodalx.

The messenger followed his request. The two immediately left the forest and entered the king's city together, filled with joy. The queen was happy that her brother had returned, and the wife was happy that her husband had come back. They kissed each other many times as if competing, and the woman wrapped her arms around the man's neck. It was because they were so deeply moved by their love for each other. The king also welcomed Merlin who had returned with appropriate honors, and everyone in the court greeted him. In the city, the nobles rejoiced.