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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,