LII.Gododin! in respect of thee will I demand [154a]The dales beyond the ridge of Drum Essyd; [154b]The slave, [154c] greedy of wealth, cannot control himself;By the counsel of thy son, [154d] let thy valour shine forth.The place appointed for the conferenceWas not mean, [154e] in front of Llanveithin; [154f]From twilight to twilight he revelled; [154g]Splendid and full was the purple of the pilgrim; [154h]He killed the defenceless, [154i] the delight of the bulwark of toil, [154j]His inseparable companion, whose voice was like that of Aneurin. [155a]LIII.Together arise the foremost fighting warriors, [155b]And in a body march to Cattraeth, with noise and eager speed;The effects [155c] of the mead in the hall, and of the beverage of wine.Blades were scattered between the two armiesBy an illustrious knight, in front of Gododin.Furze was set on fire by the ardent spirit, the bull of battle. [155d]LIV.Together arise the expert warriors,And the stranger, [155e] the man with the crimson robe, pursue;The encampment is broken down by the gorgeous pilgrim, [156a]Where the young deer were in full melody. [156b]Amongst the spears of Brych [156c] thou couldst see no rods; [156d]With the base the worthy can have no concord; [156e]Morial [156f] in pursuit will not countenance their dishonourable deeds,With his steel blade ready for the effusion of blood.LV.Together arise the associated [156g] warriors,Strangers to the country, their deeds shall be proclaimed;There was slaughtering with axes and blades, [157a]And there was raising large cairns over the heroes of toil.LVI.The experienced [157b] warriors met together,And all with one accord sallied forth; [157c]Short were their lives, long is the grief of those who loved them;Seven times their number of Lloegrians had they slain;After the conflict their wives [157d] raised a scream; [157e]And many a mother has the tear on her eyelash.LVII.No hall was ever made so faultless;Nor was there a lion so generous, a majestic lion on the path, so kind [158a]As Cynon of the gentle breast, the most comely lord.The fame [158b] of the city extends to the remotest parts;It was the staying [158c] shelter of the army, the benefit of flowing melody. [158d]Of those whom I have seen, or shall hereafter seeOn earth, engaged in arms, the battle cry, and war, [159a] the most heroic was he,Who slew the mounted ravagers with the keenest blade;Like rushes did they fall before his hand.O son of Clydno, [159b] of lasting [159c] fame! I will sing to theeA song of praise, without beginning, [159d] without end.LVIII.After the feast of wine and the banquet of mead,Enriched with the first fruits of slaughter,The mother of Spoliation, [159e]Was the energetic Eidol; [159f]
He honoured the mount of the van, [160a]In the presence of Victory.The hovering ravens,Ascend in the sky; [160b]The foremost spearmen around him thicken, [160c]Like a crop of green barley, [160d]Without the semblance of a retreat.