THE ROSICRUCIANS, original: "LES ROSECROIX"

And its passage with a crash overturns
The aged trunks and the young elms.
Alkent foresees its detours, outstrips it,
And near an oak, he takes his place in silence.
The dart, launched by his robust hand,
Reaches the monster's flank; suddenly,
Turning about, the beast rushes upon him.
With a nimble leap, the clever hunter evades it,
And strikes again at the already bleeding flank.
The bull falls, and promptly rises again.
Tremble, Alkent, flee! Even as he retreats,
He sets his sword against that broad forehead. sword: The original "glaive" refers to a heavy, double-edged blade, often associated with heroic or classical combat.
A deceptive success! Driven into the skull,
The iron snaps: with trembling hands,
Alkent seizes the menacing horns,
He wrestles, fights, pushes, and is pushed back;
He evades and exhausts the monster's fury,
Then, summoning back his failing strength,
The bull is finally cast down upon the grass.
For the hunters, this fall is cause for celebration.
The triumphant Alkent stands still for a moment,
Catches his breath, and proud of his conquest,