And many on them broken; but they, their foes now seeking,
Soon the sands were treading, and many a knight his wrath on them was wreaking.
[869]
Ere they had reached the shoreland, one saw the watery flood
Dyed by the killed and wounded, in hue as red as blood;
Everywhere, so widely the reddened waves were flowing,
One could not shoot beyond them, how far soe’er he might his spear be throwing.
[870]
Heavier toil and losses heroes never found,
And never so many warriors lay trampled on the ground: