From the feast of wine and the banquet of mead, with speed they marched,
Men renowned in difficulty, prodigal of their lives;
In fairest order {162c} round the viands they together feasted;
Wine and mead and tribute {162d} they enjoyed.
From the retinue of Mynyddawg ruin has come to me; {163a}
And I have lost my general {163b} and {163c} my true friends.
Of the regal army of three hundred men that hastened to Cattraeth,
Alas! none have returned, save one alone.