When Carle the Emir sees, and with him borne

The dragon-standard, all the land o'erswarmed

By Arab warriors, save that space alone

Held by his host, he cries with loudest voice:

"Barons of France, in valor great, we know,

Upon how many fields ye battled! See

The Pagans! Traitors vile and cowards all;

Yea, all their law I count no denier worth.

What care ye, lords, how vast their numbers are?

Let those who wish to combat follow me!"

With pointed spurs he pricks his courser's flanks

And Tecendur four times leaped in the air.

Cry out the French:—"A valiant King is this!

Ride forward, Sire, not one will fail you here."

Aoi.