Blue was his eye, his hair like gold,
All men’s trust, of noble mind.
Of ready deeds, to women mild,
A giant he, the field’s delight,
Best polished spears, no wood like their shafts.
Rich was the king, his great green bottle
Full of sharp wine, of substance rich.
Excellent he, of noble form,
His people’s head, his step so firm,
Who often warred, in beauteous Banva,