Celtic Historic Literature by Aneirin, translation by Joseph Clancy
Never was made a hall so renowned, except for Morien, second Caradawg, there came from battle,
noble his ways, no man more fearsome than Fferawg's son.
Brave in strife, a fort to the fearful, before Gododdin's band his buckler was shattered;
Under stress he stood firm.
On the day of wrath he was quick, sad the cost: Mynyddawg's men merited mead-homs.
Never was made a hall so mighty.
There was never a warrior braver than kind-hearted Cynon, jewel-decked lord.
He was seated at the table's head, the man he struck was not struck again.
Very sharp his spears, white shield rent, he ripped armies.
Very swift his steeds, racing in front, on the day of wrath his blades were death
When Cynon charged in the green of dawn.
Never was made a hall so flawless.
So generous, giant lion's rage, is kind-hearted Cynon, lord most fair.
A fort in combat, on the far wing, war-band's firm door, noblest of blessings.
Of all I've seen and see in the world wielding weapons of war, the bravest.
He slew the foe with a keen-edged blade, like rushes they fell before his hand.
Clydno's son, long will I sing, lord, your praise, praise unstinted, unstilled.
verses 38, 39, 40 & 41