XXIX.

Ceredig, {125c} amiable leader,

A wrestler {126a} in the impetuous {126b} fight;

His golden shield dazzled {126c} the field of battle,

His lances, when darted, were shivered into splinters,

And the stroke of his sword was fierce and penetrating;

Like a hero would he maintain his post.

Before he received the affliction of earth, {126d} before the fatal blow,

He had fulfilled his duty in guarding his station.

May he find a complete reception

With the Trinity in perfect Unity.

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