Quickly rising, in a moment of time, {173c}
After kindling a fire at the confluence, {173d} in front of the fence,
{173e}
After leading his men in close array,
In front of a hundred he pierces the foremost. {173f}
Sad it was that you should have made a pool of blood,
As if you but drank mead in the midst of laughter; {174a}
But it was brave of you to slay the little man, {174b}
With the fierce and impetuous stroke of the sword;
For like the unrestrained ocean {174c} had the foe {174d} put to death
A man, who would otherwise have been in rank his equal.