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 Hard steel is on his mighty breast,
 * Beneath the steel doth lie

Heroic valour, wisdom dwells
 * Beneath his helmet bright,

And glows and sparkles in his eyes
 * The fire of youthful might.

He like an angry lion storms,
 * That doth fresh blood behold,

Or by an arrow stricken turns
 * Upon the hunter bold.

So wrathful raging doth he rush
 * Upon the Tatar foe,

Behind him the Bohemians
 * Most like a hailstorm go.

On Kublay’s son he fiercely charged,
 * It was a furious fight,

With spears did they together meet,
 * And broke their spears with might.

But Jaroslaw all bath’d in blood,
 * His steed all bloody too,

Hath smitten, reaching with his sword,
 * The son of Kublay through.

Down from the shoulder to the hip
 * The trenchant blade did go,

And from his steed he lifeless sank
 * Among the corpses low,