Y Gododin: A Poem of the Battle of Cattraeth

by Aneirin

XCIV.

Echo speaks of the formidable [200d] and dragon-like [200e] weapons,
And of the fair game, [200f] which was played in front of the unclaimed course of Gododin.
Profusely did he bring a supply [200g] of wine into the tents, for the benefit of the natives, [200h]
In the season of the storm, as long as it trickled from the vessels,
And the army, a well nourished host, continued to drop in.
A splendid troop of warriors, successful against a hundred men,
Is led from Dindovydd in Dyvneint. [201a]
Before Doleu [201b] in battle, worn out were the shields, and battered the helmets.