XXX.
When Caradawg [126e] rushed into battle,
It was like the tearing onset of the woodland boar; [127a]
Bull of the army in the mangling fight,
He allured the wild dogs by the action of his hand; [127b]
My witnesses [127c] are Owain the son of Eulat,
And Gwrien, and Gwynn, and Gwriad; [127d]
But from Cattraeth, and its work of carnage, [127e]
From the hill of Hydwn, ere it was gained, [127f]
After the clear mead was put into his hand,
He saw no more the hill [128a] of his father.