Rollánd with bleeding mouth and temples burst,

Still in his anguish, blows his olifant;

Carle hears it, and his Franks. The king exclaims:

"That horn has a long breath!" Duke Naimes replies:

"Rollánd it is, and in a sore distress,

Upon my faith, a battle rages there!

A traitor he who would deceive you now.

To arms! Your war-cry shout, your kinsman save!

Plainly enough you hear his call for help."

Aoi.