Sol 5.6

  1. Ask the armored champions of war about me in every battle,

    where the breast of even a man of valor grows tight for breath.

  2. They will tell you that, in its narrowest straits,

    I stand unshaken when fear rocks the towering, deep-rooted peak.

  3. I plunge into it like a meteor hurled as a celestial missile, accompanied by

    a keen blade, like lightning coursing through the night or a firebrand’s flare.

  4. When with it I strike a rival whom I meet in single combat,

    it puts him beyond any sickbed visitor who might attend him—or any healer.

Sol 5.6