On account of the piercing of the skilful and most learned man, {203a}
On account of the fair corpse, which fell prostrate upon the ground,
Thrice six officers judged the atrocious deed {203b} at the hour of
mattins,
And Morien lifted up again his ancient lance,
And, roaring, stretched out {203c} death
Towards the warriors, the Gwyddyl, {203d} and the Prydyn; {203e}
Whilst towards the lovely, slender, blood-stained body of Gwen,
Sighed Gwenabwy, the only son of Gwen.