Blessed Conqueror, of temper mild, the strength {184d} of his people,
With his blue streamers displayed towards the sea-roving foes. {185a}
Brave is he on the waters, most numerous his host;
Manly his bosom, loud his shout in the charge of arms.
Usual was it for him {185b} to make a descent before nine armaments,
{185c}
With propulsive strokes, {185d} in the face of blood and of the country.
I love thy victorious throne, which teemed with harmonious strains.
O Cynddilig of Aeron, {185e} thou lion's whelp.