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 crushedBy 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] deathTowards 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.XCVII.On account of the afflicting [203f] of the skilful and most learned manGrievously and deeply, when he fell prostrate upon the ground,The banner was pompously [204a] unfurled, and borne by a man in the flank; [204b]A tumultuous scene was beheld [204c] in Eiddin, and on the battle field.The grasp of his hand performed deeds of valourUpon the Cynt, [204d] the Gwyddyl, and the Prydyn.He who meddles with the mane of a wolf, without a clubIn his hand, will have it gorgeously emblazoned on his robe.Fain would I sing,—“would that Morien had not died.”I sigh for Gwenabwy, the son of Gwen. [204e]Footnotes:[0a] Perhaps Cawlwyd is a compound of Caw Clwyd, that is, the Clyde of Caw.[0b] Institutional Triads.[0c] Ibid.