1. I have reminded you of a war in which
The strong, mighty lion recoils from its fury,

2. And the horses with their galloping have brought about
At night every sharp sword is a star,

3. And the eggs are scattered whenever the spears are arranged
And the arrows take shape and the quivers rattle,

4. And the valor of the heroes turns into zeal,
And the blood of the knights pours out rapidly,

5. And the soul flows at the edge of the sword,
And I, remembering you, lean and am elated.