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　　That count Rabel, he was a hardy knight,

　　He pricked his horse with spurs of gold so fine,

　　The Persian king, Torleu, he went to strike.

　　Nor shield nor sark could such a blow abide;

　　The golden spear his carcass passed inside;

　　Flung down upon a little bush, he died.

　　Then say the Franks: "Lord God, be Thou our Guide!

　　Charles we must not fail; his cause is right."

　　AOI. The Song of Roland