1. And like the slicing blade, against him I aimed my spear,
Though his people rendered aid, I showed no fear,

2. My blow landed on his brow, fierce and bold,
Splitting his belly, no armor could it hold,

3. I did not stop until his defenders all withdrew,
Leaving but a ruined camp, their bodies slew,

4. Even pleas from maidens could not make him stay,
"Do not go far" they implored, but to him I did say:

5. "Begone and away!" They circled him twice in a run,
To the barren valley they dragged his body, no more fun,

6. Below the sky's gaze, a hill there lies,
I reached it before dawn, no sleep in my eyes,

7. There my weapon found rest, but still warily,
Lest foeman rise, unguarded the act would be.