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 “O haste thee, Slavoi! brother, haste
 * “This way with foxen pace!

“And I will charge him in the front,
 * “And meet him face to face.”

And forth rush’d Zaboi with his men,
 * Like a hailstorm on their van,

And Slavoi on their flank with his,
 * Like a hailstorm, charging, ran.

“These, brother, these our trees did fell,
 * “These, these our Gods did rive,

“These from the forests chas’d the hawks!
 * “The Gods will victory give!”

Ha! rage ’gainst Zaboi Ludiek hurls,
 * From the midst of the countless foe;

And Zaboi with his eyes on flame
 * ’Gainst Ludiek swift doth go.

As oak ’gainst oak contending fierce,
 * That all the wood may see,

So Zaboi did on Ludiek rush,
 * Before both armies free.

High Ludiek whirl’d his mighty sword,
 * And pierc’d his shield’s third hide;

With war-axe Zaboi struck a stroke,
 * But Ludiek sprang aside.