XX.I drank of the wine and the mead of the Mordei,And because I drank, I fell by the edge of a gleaming sword, [112a]Not without desiring a hero’s prowess; [112b]And when all fell, thou didst also fall. [112c]Thus when the issue comes, it were well not to have sinned.Present, in his thrusting course, showed a bold and mighty arm. [112d]XXI.The heroes who marched to Cattraeth were renowned,Wine and mead out of golden goblets was their beverage,That year was to them one of exalted solemnity,Three hundred and sixty-three chieftains, wearing the golden torques; [113a]Of those who hurried forth after the excess of revelling,But three escaped by valour from the funeral fosse, [113b]The two war-dogs [114a] of Aeron, and Cynon the dauntless, [114b]And myself, from the spilling of blood, the reward of my candid song. [114c]XXII.My friend in real distress, we should have been by none disturbed,Had not the white-bannered commander [115a] led forth his army;We should not [115b] have been separated in the hall from the banquet of mead,Had he not laid waste our convenient groves; [115c]He crept into the martial field, he crept into our families. [115d]The Gododin relates how that, after the fight in the fosse,When we had no dwellings, [116a] none were more destitute. [116b]XXIII.Scattered, broken, motionless is the weapon, [116c]That used to penetrate through the great horde, [116d] the numerous [117a] hordeof the Lloegrians. [117b]Shields were strewn on the sea coast, [117c] shields in the battle of lances;Men were reduced to ashes, [117d]And women rendered widows,Before his death. [117e]O Graid, son of Hoewgi, [117f]With thy spearsDidst thou cause an effusion of blood.XXIV.There was the hero, with both his shoulders covered, [118a]By a variegated shield, and possessing the swiftness of a warlike steed;There was a noise in the mount of slaughter, [118b] there was fire, [118c]Impetuous were the lances, there was a sunny gleam, [118d]There was food for ravens, the raven there did triumph, [118e]And before he would let them go free,With the morning dew, like the eagle in his glad course,He scattered them on either side, and like a billow overwhelmed them in front.The Bards of the world judge those to be men of valour,Whose counsels are not divulged to slaves. [119a]The spears in the hands of the warriors were causing devastation;And ere was interred under [119b] the swan-white steed, [119c]One who had been energetic in his commands,His gore had thoroughly washed his armour: [119d]Such was Buddvan, [119e] the son of Bleiddvan the Bold.XXV.It were wrong not to record his magnificent feat;He would not leave an open gap, through cowardice; [120a]The benefit of Britain’s minstrels never quitted his courtUpon the calends of January; [120b] according to his design, [120c]His land should not be ploughed, though it might become wild;He was a mighty dragon of indignant disposition;A commander in the bloody field, [120d] after the feast of wine,
Was Gwenabwy [121a] the son of Gwên, [121b] in the strife of Cattraeth.XXVI.