1. O son of him whose sword in peace is drawn,
And point with instruments of death is worn,

2. I see you over valiant men prevail,
Though you, if valiant men were counted, fail.

3. Blood is a debt when by the sword set free,
Each drop we would from wrongful shedders claim.

4. When swords are sheathed by rings men peaceful be,
Amr and his sword to scabbard now are fain.

5. No more he turns from foe his face abroad,
As if from those who vengeancecrave estranged.

6. When Amr drew his sword and held it broad,
More close than product of the carpenter 'twas ranged.

7. He pierced the gaping dragon's mouth therein,
His body by the horns was lid and bound.

8. A tower I saw, of white and smooth design, By warrior of long arm shaken to ground.