His coat of mail around his waist.

When, bright as blazing fire, upon

His mighty limbs that armour shone,

The hero stood like some great light

Uprising in the dark of night.

His dreadful shafts were by his side;

His trusty bow he bent and plied,

Prepared he stood: the bowstring rang,

Filling the welkin with the clang.

The high-souled Gods together drew