Were he to narrow { 198a} my dominions through extortion, { 198b} The arrival of no enemy would prove to me more formidable. { 198c} The man has not been nursed who could be more festive in the hall Than he, or steadier in the field of battle. On the ford of Penclwyd { 198d} Pennant were his steeds; Far spread was his fame, compact was his armour; And ere the long grass covered him beneath the sod, He, the only son of Morarch, { 198e} poured out the horns of mead.
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.
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.
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.
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.