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The Giant Gwrveling Falls at Last

By Aneirin (fl. Sixth Century)

  • [The bard tells the story of Gwrveling’s revelry, impulsive bravery, and final slaughter of the foe before yielding to their prowess.]

  • LIGHT of lights—the sun,

    Leader of the day,

    First to rise and run

    His appointed way,

    Crowned with many a ray,

    Seeks the British sky;

    Sees the flight’s dismay,

    Sees the Britons fly.

    The horn in Eiddin’s hall

    Had sparkled with the wine,

    And thither, at a call

    To drink and be divine,

    He went, to share the feast

    Of reapers, wine and mead.

    He drank, and so increased

    His daring for wild deed.

    The reapers sang of war

    That lifts its shining wings,

    Its shining wings of fire,

    Its shields that flutter far.

    The bards, too, sang of war,

    Of plumed and crested war;

    The song rose ever higher.

    Not a shield

    Escapes the shock,

    To the field

    They fiercely flock,—

    There to fall.

    But of all

    Who struck on giant Gwrveling,

    Whom he would he struck again,

    All he struck in grave were lain,

    Ere the bearers came to bring

    To his grave stout Gwrveling.