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.
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.
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 see On 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 thee A song of praise, without beginning, { 159d} without end.
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. Warriors in wonder shake their javelins, With pouting and pallid lips, Caused by the keenness of the destructive sword; From the front of the banquet, deprived of sleep They vigorously spring forth, { 161a} upon the awaking Of the mother { 161b} of the Lance, the leader of the din.
From the feast of wine and the banquet of mead, they marched To the strife of mail-clad warriors; { 161c} I know no tale of slaughter which records So complete a destruction. Before Cattraeth loquacious was the host; But of the retinue of Mynyddawg, greatly to be deplored, { 162a} Out of three hundred { 162b} men, only one returned.