I saw the array from the highland of Adoen,
Carrying the sacrifice to the omen fire; [199a]
I saw the two, [199b] who from their station quickly and heavily fell;
By the commands of Nwython, greatly were they afflicted.
I saw the warriors, who had made the great breach, approaching with the dawn, [199c]
And the head of Dyvnwal Vrych by ravens devoured.
XCIII.
Gododin, in respect of thee will I demand, [199d]
In the presence [199e] of a hundred that are named [199f] with deeds of valour,
And of Gwarthan the son of Dwywau, [200a] of gallant bravery,
Let Tre Essyd be ours in one entire dale. [200b]
Since the stabbing of the delight of the bulwark of battle,
Since Aneurin was under ground, [200c]
My voice has not been divorced from Gododin.
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.
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.
XCVI.
On account of the piercing of the skilful and most learned man, [203a]
On account of the fair corpse, which fell prostrate upon the ground,
Thrice six officers judged the atrocious deed [203b] at the hour of mattins,
And Morien lifted up again his ancient lance,
And, roaring, stretched out [203c] death
Towards the warriors, the Gwyddyl, [203d] and the Prydyn; [203e]
Whilst towards the lovely, slender, blood-stained body of Gwen,
Sighed Gwenabwy, the only son of Gwen.