In the press of the battle, the forefront of fight, where of warriors our chief + 

Bare up the weight of the struggle of war in hope’s despair. + 

Ah me! at the woeful tidings I suffered unspeakable grief! + 

By the Earth-enfolder’s grace now calm after storm shines fair. + 

With garlands enwreathing my locks will I sing this victory. + 

O may not the triumph be marred by the high Gods’ jealousy, + 