One is the gift of a baron to a lord.

One is the herd of stags in their flight, 40 One is the wolf not covetous of broom,

One is the country where a son is born,

And of one form and one sound is the battle-place of warriors.

Of one sound they will evilly yoke

And Ceneu and Nudd Hael, and an extensive
country under him.

And if I obtain for myself a smile,

He will make the bards ever joyful.

Before that I could wish dead the sons of Gwyden,

May the happy country of Urien be filled with blood.

XLV.

RED BOOK OF HERGEST XII.

Text, vol. ii. p. 267. Notes, vol. ii. p. 437.

1. ET the furious Unhwch lead me on To the front of the mutual conflict

'Tis better to be killed than parley on terms.

II. Let the furious Unhwch lead me on—

It was said in the Pass of Llech,-
"Dunawd the son of Pabo will not lurk."

III. Let the furious Unhwch lead me on

Like the sullen agitation of the sea was the war-
expanding tumult.

Of Urien with the ardent grasp.

IV. The eagle of Gal, Unhwch, bold and generous,

Wrathful in war, sure of conquest,

Was Urien with the ardent grasp.

v. The eagle of Gal, Unhwch,

The possessor of the energetic soul

The cell of the sea of smooth inlets with green surface.

VI. A head I bear by my side,

That has been an assaulter between two hosts-
The magnanimous son of Cynvarch was its possessor.

VII. A head I bear by my side,

The head of Urien, the mild leader of his army—
And on his white bosom the sable raven is perched.

VIII. A head I bear in my shirt,

The head of Urien who governed a court in mildness-
And on his white bosom the sable raven gluts.

IX. A head I bear in my hand,

He that was a soaring eagle, whose like will not be had,
His princely breast is assailed by the devourer.

x. A head I bear by the side of my thigh,

That was the shield of his country,

That was a wheel in battle,

That was a ready sword in his country's battles.

XI. A head I bear on my sword:

Better his being alive than that he should go to the

grave;

He was a castle for old age.

XII. A head I bear from the bordering land of Penawg,
Wide extended was his warfare:

Urien the eloquent, whose fame went far.

XIII. A head I bear on my shoulder,

That would not bring on me disgrace

Woe to my hand that my lord is slain.

XIV. A head I bear on my arm,

He that overcame the land of Bryneich-
But after being a hero, now on the hearse.

XV. A head I bear in the grasp of my hand,
Of a chief that mildly governed a country;
The head, the most powerful pillar of Prydain.

XVI. A head I bear that supported me,

Is there any known but he welcomed?

Woe my hand, gone is he that sustained me.

XVII. A head I bear from the Riw,

With his lips foaming with blood

Woe to Reged from this day!

XVIII. My arm has not flagged; my bosom is greatly troubled ; Ah my heart, is it not broken?

A head I bear that was my support.

XIX. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-day,
Under earth and stones :

Woe my hand, that the father of Owain is slain !

xx. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-day, Amidst earth and oak:

Woe my hand, that my cousin is slain!

XXI. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-night;
Under stones let it be left :

Woe my hand, what a step has fate decreed me!

XXII. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-night
Amidst earth and green sods:

Woe my hand, that the son of Cynvarch is slain !

XXIII. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-day
Under the greensward and a tumulus:

Woe my hand, that my lord is slain!

XXIV. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-day,
Under earth and sand:

Woe my hand, the step that is decreed to me!

XXV. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-day
Under earth and nettles :

Woe my hand, that such a step could have happened
to me!

XXVI. The delicate white corpse will be covered to-day
Under earth and blue stones :

Woe my hand, the step that has befallen me!

XXVII. A master-feat of the world the brother has been in pursuit of;

For the horns of the buffalo, for a festive goblet;

He was the depredator with the hounds in the covert

of Reged!

XXVIII. A master-feat of the world the brother has eagerly

sought,

For the equivocal horn of the buffalo;

He was the chaser with the hounds with the men of

Reged.

XXIX. Eurdyl will be joyless this night,

And multitudes (will be so) besides :

In Aber Lleu has Urien been slain.

XXX. Eurdyl will be sorrowful from the tribulation of this

night,

And from the fate that is to me befallen;

That her brother should be slain at Aber Lleu.

XXXI. On Friday I saw great anxiety

Among the hosts of Baptism,

Like a swarm without a hive, bold in despair.

XXXII. Were there not given to me by Run, greatly fond

of war,

A hundred swarms and a hundred shields?

But one swarm was better far than all.

XXXIII. Were there not given to me by Run, the famous

chief,

A cantrev, and a hundred oxen?

But one gift was better far than those.

XXXIV. In the lifetime of Run, the peaceless ranger,
The unjust will wallow in dangers;

May there be irons on the steeds of rapine.

xxxv. The extreme I know of my trouble:

Is what all will hear in every season of warfare ;

No one can charge me with anything.

XXXVI. Dunawd, the leading horseman, would drive onward, Intent upon making a corpse,

Against the onset of Owain.

XXXVII. Dunawd, the chief of the age, would drive onward, Intent upon making battle,

Against the conflict of Pasgen.