With grief and rage Rollánd's great heart is full;

Amidst the thick ranks of a swarming foe

He rides. He fights—and twenty Pagans fall

Slain by his hand; by Gualtier's six, and five

By the Archbishop's. Loud the Pagans cry:

"Vile wretches these! Let none escape alive!

Eternal shame to them who dare not make

Attack; foul recreants those who let their flight

Avail."—Renewing then their hues and cries,

The Pagans rush from all parts 'gainst the knights.

Aoi.