"Thou liest when speaking of 'benefits,' while * Thou comest to front with shine evillest will An of prowess thou'rt prow, to my words give ear, * I'm he who make' champions in battle-field reel With keen blade, like the horn of the cusped moon, * So 'ware thrust the, shall drill through the duress hill!" Then they charged down, each at each, and the youth thrust his adversary in the breast so that the lance head issued from his back. With tints, another came out, and the youth cried, "Ho thou hound, who art rotten with foulness in grain,[FN#124] * What high meed is there easy for warrior to gain? 'Tis none save the lion of strain purest pure * Who uncareth for life in the battle plain!" Nor was it long before the youth left him drowned in his blood and cried out, "Who will come forth to me?" So a third horse man rushed out upon the youth and began saying, "To thee come I forth with my heart a-flame, * And summon my friends and my comrades by name: When thou slewest the chief of the Arabs this day, * This day thou remainest the pledge of my claim." Now when the youth heard this he answered him in these words, "Thou liest, O foulest of Satans that are, * And with easings calumnious thou comest to war This day thou shalt fall by a death dealing point * Where the lances lunge and the scymitars jar!" Then he so foined him in the breast that the spear-point issued from his back and he cried out, saying, "Ho! will none come out? So a fourth fared forwards and the youth asked him his name and he answered, "My name is Hilál, the New Moon." And the youth began repeating, "Thou hast failed who would sink me in ruin sea, * Thou who camest in malice with perfidy: I, whose verses hast heard from the mouth of me, * Will ravish thy soul though unknown to thee."