771 Ye foes! stand not before my lord! for many a one Who did my lord withstand, now stands in stone!

772 Who aims at elephant, though dart should fail, has greater praise Than he who woodland hare with winged arrow slays.

773 Fierceness in hour of strife heroic greatness shows; Its edge is kindness to our suffering foes.

774 At elephant he hurls the dart in hand; for weapon pressed, He laughs and plucks the javelin from his wounded breast.

775 To hero fearless must it not defeat appear, If he but wink his eye when foeman hurls his spear.

776 The heroes, counting up their days, set down as vain Each day when they no glorious wound sustain.

777 Who seek for world-wide fame, regardless of their life, The glorious clasp adorns, sign of heroic strife.

778 Fearless they rush where'er 'the tide of battle rolls'; The king's reproof damps not the ardour of their eager souls.

779 Who says they err, and visits them with scorn, Who die and faithful guard the vow they've sworn?

780 If monarch's eyes o'erflow with tears for hero slain, Who would not beg such boon of glorious death to gain?