58 Life and Writings 
With slow caution I awaited his attack, 
Until he came within arm’s length; 
Then, as the warrior threw himself upon me, 
TI darted out my arms from my war horse, 
And, trusting in the fortune of my victorious 
King, 
And invoking the aid of the Creator of the 
universe, 
I grasped the belt of the hero, 
With the strength of a lion raised him from 
his saddle, 
Flung him to the ground like a furious ele- 
phant, 
And plunged my Indian sword in his heart. 
When their leader was thus laid low, 
The enemy turned their face from the field 
of battle; 
And flying in crowds on every side 
Filled the plains and mountains, the hills and 
vallies. 
Horse and foot we numbered thirty thousand 
Who fell upon the field of battle; 
Twelve thousand valiant men 
Became captives of war: 
What, O King, can the power of the male- 
volent, 
Against thy fortune, and the supporters of 
thy throne. 
