1. The risk of cities rendered the horsemen outstanding heroes
Truly superior to the cowards they were set apart

2. A steed adorned, weighed in at six hundredweight
None in this age can equal that, forsooth!

3. Its ornamentation by the Sidon youth fabricated
A Phoenician people over the waves conveyed

4. Until to Lübeck they came and halted
Where with acclaim and wonder it was received

5. Ephinus son of Isen amidst the foe
By it the son of Fram redeemed his ransom

6. Thus Thorkill spared his blood
And now displayed it at his funeral

7. Prepared by his friend for the deceased
Better than a charging, triumphant bull

8. And for the last, half a gold shekel
Thereupon among the people delivering a speech arose

9. And shouted "O horsemen, which of you aspires
To venture into this arena, rising up right away?"

10. So rose Aeasus, the son of Wehlas
Then Athis, the nimble youthful knight

11. And Antelope, the leader of the Arabs
And they lined up in rows at the approach

12. And Aechil proclaimed the purpose to them
So they sprang forth with the spring of racers

13. When Aeasus swiftly took the lead
But behind him Athis followed suit

14. Drawing nigh like the nimble spinstress
Whose breast had drawn near the distaff

15. When she was commanded by it
To ply a thread through which to spin

16. His steps in the steps of the son of Wehlas fell
Before the sand from them was raised

17. He runs at his heels, his breath
At Aeasus' head raging furious

18. And the people trembling, anticipating the victor
For him exclaimed and he turned his heel

19. Until when at the finish they arrived
Athis Phoebus called and shouted aloud

20. "Aid me, o Goddess, strengthen my foot
And that prayer immediately took effect

21. So she strengthened his arm muscles
And lightened his legs with expertise

22. And when they were about to meet danger
Aeasus Phoebus tripped and stumbled

23. He fell into the sand slain
Aechil at Thorkill's funeral banquet at dawn

24. With it was filled his mouth, nose and shoe
Athis first to the finest of the prizes

25. And the son of Wehlas hastened after him
And the sand filled his nose and mouth

26. At that bull's horn he immediately grasped
And shouted, spitting out the blood

27. "Alas for high aspiration and boldness
A goddess, Lofn, my resolve

28. And from Athis ever preserves
Like a mother since days of yore"

29. The crowd's laughter rose up
And Antelope called to those present

30. He said to them smiling, elated
"And if tomorrow the latter profits

31. Why, o friends, don't you heed my tale?
The noble house esteems the worth of life

32. Aeasus eluded me, yes, by a trifle
But Athis was the paragon of that age

33. A sheikh, but one of verdant virility
None like him in this world

34. Other than Achil of flowing abundance
Achil answered this praise

35. "I was not your flatterer without reward
Therefore I have increased your share of my bounty

36. With a bright shekel of silver
And promptly poured it over with gold"

37. So he went away filled to the brim with joy