The Emir rides across the field, in haste

To deal a blow against Count Guineman.

Athwart his heart he breaks the buckler white

And tears the hauberk's sides apart, disjoints

Two ribs and hurls him from his courser, dead;

Then takes the life of Gebain and Lorant,

And of Richard the old, a Norman Lord.

The Pagans cry: "Precieuse deserves its name!

Barons! strike on, Precieuse will save us all!"

Aoi.