XCV.
He brought ruin upon every fair region, [201c]
And a fettering valour he displayed;
The front of his shield was pierced;
Caso Hir, arrayed in pomp, [201d]
Protected Rhuvoniawg.
A second time were they wounded, [201e] and crushed
By his warlike steeds, and gore-stained were their coffins. [201f]
Always immoveable, always liberal of aid,
Would be his gallant nobles, when roused to anger.
Severe in the conflict, with blades he slaughtered;
And agonising news from the war he brought,
Which he wove into a hundred songs for the calends of January.
Adan [202a] the son of Urvei there did pierce,
Adan pierced the haughty boar,
Even he who was like Urien, [202b] a maid, and a hero.
And as the youth was thus endowed with the properties of a king,
Lord of Gwynedd, and of the blood of Cilydd, [202c] he proved our deliverer;
Ere the turf was laid upon the face of the generous dead,
Wisely did he seek the field, with praise and high sounding fame:
The grave of Gorthyn Hir [202d] is seen [202e] from the highlands of Rhuvoniawg.