Y Gododin: A Poem of the Battle of Cattraeth

by Aneirin

LXII.

Angor, [164c] thou who scatterest the brave,
And piercest [164d] the sullen like a serpent;
Thou tramplest upon those who in strong mail are clad,
In front of the army; [164e]
Like an enraged bear, guarding and assaulting, [164f]
Thou tramplest upon the furious, [165a]
In the day of capture,
In the dank entrenchment; [165b]
Like the mangling dwarf, [165c]
Who in his fury prepared
A banquet for the birds,
In the tumultuous fight.
Cywir [165d] art thou named from thy righteous (enwir) deed;
Leader, director, and bulwark (mur) of the course of battle [165e]
Is Merin; [165f] and fortunately (mad) wert thou, Madien, born.