1. I weep for the noble white knight whose habit
Was never to falter when called, nor to show cowardice,

2. I weep for the lord of summertides when they descended
In winter, and messengers grew few and were distressed,

3. And found for their villages no shelter
But a single room of the tithe store, where a quarter huddled,

4. He brandished the sword left-handed, and it was trembling,
So the sword weakened the thigh bone till it snapped,

5. Then after the living one's slumber, the sweetest of it
Came to them, for the departed had slept and were still,

6. O knight of dread on the day of dread, they learned
Resolution's companion falters not, nor is humble,

7. And overtaker of victims among foes he seeks,
Though you seek victims from him, he denies,

8. They said, your brother, the herald came with his death,
So at dawn of separation my heart was shaken and cracked,

9. Then the heart regained composure after its panic,
And the soul knows well that grief has been confirmed,