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The king, who breaks the shower of arrows, abounds in wealth. The shield-rending warriors resound his praise: the jocund mariners are gladdened with his gold: precious stones court the hand of the king.
There was no standing for the deluge of blood. The drawn bow twangs: it sends forth the arrow to meet the sword. The king hath gained a firm possession in his enemies land. Praise dwells beside him.
The king hath been attentive to my lays such as I could produce. I am happy that I could obtain a silent hearing. I have employed my tongue. I
