I make my address to God, the source of praise, in the best manner I am
able, that I may extol with suitable words the chief of men, who rageth
like fire from the flashes of lightning, who exchangeth thrusts with the
burnished steel. I stand in armour by the side of my prince with the red
spear in the conflict of war, he is a brave fighter, and the foremost in
action. Llewelyn, thy qualities are noble, I will valiantly make my path
broad with the edge of my sword. May the prints of the hoofs of my
prince's steeds be seen as far as Cornwall. Numerous are the persons
that congratulate him upon this success, for he is a sure friend. The
lion of Gwynedd, and its extensive territories, the governor of the men
of Powys, and the South, who hath a general assembly of his armed troops
at Chester, who ravageth Lloegr to amass spoils. In battle his success
is certain, in killing, burning, and in overthrowing castles. In Rhos,
and Penfro, {40c} and in contests with the Normans, his impetuosity
prevaileth. The offspring of Griffydd, of worthy qualities, generous in
distributing rewards for songs. His shield shines, and the strong lances
quickly meet the streams of gushing gore. He extorteth taxes from his
enemies, and claimeth another country as a sovereign prince. His noble
birth is an ornament to him. He besiegeth fortified towns, and his
furious attacks like those of Fflamddwyn {41} reach far. He is a
prosperous chief with princely qualities, his Bards are comely about his
tables. I have seen him generously distributing his wealth, and his
mead-horns filled with generous liquors. Long may he live to defend his
borders with the sharp sword, like Arthur with the lance of steel. May
he who is lawful king of Cymru, endued with princely qualities, have his
share of happiness at the right hand of God.