Like the roaring of a furious lion in the search of prey, is thy thirst
of praise, like the sound of a mighty hurricane over the desert main,
thou warlike prince of Aberffraw. {39e} Thy ravage is furious, thy
impetuosity irresistible, thy troops are enterprising in brave actions,
they are fierce and furious like a conflagration. Thou art the warlike
prince of Dinefwr, {40a} the defence of thy people, the divider of
spoils. Thy forces are comely and neat, and of one language. Thy proud
Toledo sword is gilt with gold and its edge broke in war. Thou prince of
Mathrafal, {40b} extensive are the bounds of thy dominions, thou rulest
people of four languages. He staid undaunted in battle against a foreign
nation, and its strange language. May the great King of heaven defend
the just cause of the warlike prince of the three provinces.