The sovereign, who is celebrated in the Gododin, {181f}
The sovereign, for whom our eye-lids {182a} weep,
From the raging flame of Eiddyn {182b} turned not aside; {182c}
He stationed men of firmness in command, {182d}
And the thick covering guard {182e} he placed in the van,
And vigorously he descended upon the scattered foe;
In that he had revelled, he likewise sustained the main weight;
Of the retinue of Mynyddawg, none escaped,
Save one man by slow steps, thoroughly weakened, and tottering every way.
{182f}