The Emir, rich and mighty lord, commands

Before him to display his dragon-flag,

The standard of Mahum and Tervagant;

With it Apollo's image, evil god.

Ten Canelieus about him ride, and cry

This sermon with loud voice: "Who by our Gods

Craves to be saved, with the most contrite heart

Must pray!" And then the Pagans low incline

Their heads and chins, with brilliant helms bent down

To earth.—"Now, gluttons, comes your hour to die!"

Cry out the French; "Confusion be your lot.

This day, O God of ours, defend King Carle,

Turn Thou the scale of battle to his side!"

Aoi.