Dihenyd y bop llaur llanwet Y haual amhal afneuet Twll tal y rodauc Cas o hir gwychauc Rywynyauc diffret Eil with gwelydeint amallet Y gat veirch ae seirch greulet Bit en anysgoget bit get Uoron gwychyrolyon pan ry godet Trwm en trin a llain yt ladei Gwaro rybud o gat dydygei Gant can yg calan darmerthei Ef gwenit a dan vab uruei Ef gwenit a dan dwrch trahauc Un riein a morwyn a menauc A chan oed mab brenhin teithiaug Ud gwyndyt gwaet kilyd gwaredawc Kyn golo gweryt ar grud hael etvynt Doeth dygyrchet y get ae glot ae echiauc Uot bed gorthyn hir o orthir rywynauc XCVI. Am drynnv drylav drylen Am lwys am diffwys dywarchen Trihuc baruaut dreis dili plec hen Atguuc emorem ae guiau hem Hancai ureuer uragdenn At gwyr a gwydyl a phrydein At gu kelein rein rud guen Deheuec gwenauwy mab gwen XCVII. Am giniav drylav drylen Trym dwys tra diffwys dywarchen Kemp e lumen arwr baruawt asgell Vreith edrych eidyn a breithell Goruchyd y lav loften Ar gynt a gwydyl a phryden A chynhyo mwng bleid heb pren Eny law gnavt gwychlaut ene lenn Prytwyf ny bei marw morem Deheuec gwenabwy mab gwen THE GODODIN. I. He was a man in mind, in years a youth, {79a} And gallant in the din of war; Fleet, thick-maned chargers {79b} Were ridden {79c} by the illustrious hero; A shield, light and broad, Hung on the flank of his swift and slender steed; His sword was blue and gleaming, His spurs were of gold, {80a} his raiment was woollen. {80b} It will not be my part To speak of thee reproachfully, A more choice act of mine will be To celebrate thy praise in song; Thou hast gone to a bloody bier, Sooner than to a nuptial feast; {80c} Thou hast become a meal for ravens, Ere thou didst reach the front of conflict. {80d} Alas, Owain! my beloved friend; It is not meet that he should be devoured by ravens! {81a} There is swelling sorrow {82a} in the plain, Where fell in death the only son of Marro. II. Adorned with his wreath, leader of rustic warriors, {82b} whenever he came By his troop unattended, {83a} before maidens would he serve the mead; But the front of his shield would be pierced, {83b} if ever he heard The shout of war; no quarter would he give to those whom he pursued; Nor would he retreat from the combat until blood flowed; And he cut down like rushes {83c} the men who would not yield. The Gododin relates, that on the coast of Mordei, {84a} Before the tents of Madog, when he returned, But one man in a hundred with him came. {84b} III.