1. With braves aglow and banners held aloft
Nobility adorns his stately brow

2. Bearing honor's sword clutched in his hand
Fine wrought blades that lifeblood freely draw

3. His land knows peace, horizons now serene
Wherever springtime makes its verdant bow

4. To him I cried, a hind long-suffering
Lest the herd be savaged by its foe

5. Though does their fawns before him lay
No trembling dread their calm betray