Epic, Lyric, and Elegiac Poems of Andreas Libavius

he leads on a blind path, and forbids them to heed their deaths. They return sublime and approach the city, ignorant of the fates and of the alliance of slaughter. Not so was the Caesarean Imperial/Habsburg soldier losing time. That was not the hand that had previously hastened, alas all too incautiously, to tear down the Mohammedan camps, to drive off plunder, and to rashly indulge in desires. But the vigilant one turned his untiring mind to every part, and he killed the Turkish original: Turcmana columns about to scale the walls, and swiftly leveled the tall bodies to the purple sand with weapons. And now they fall thick and defeated by an immense wound: Priadanys, Alicus, Cyris, Isa, and Carasbes, Mustaffa, and Murzes, and with the standard-bearer Emyre, Achmas—all huge in spirit and powerful in war. Among them, when Alicus saw that all was lost, he sought the high-minded Sigeryn with his sword. But he seized a spear and laid the man low in the middle of the sand. Dusmes is added to him, and Techrys by the same fate. You too, Deruise, seek to aid your allies; you perish unhappily by a sent lead ball. Eurenobeus falls, and fierce MeZethes, and the huge Thamas, and Urchan. All the Ritteriges, and Nasua, and Cimberius, and the heavy Harminius are given to death by much thunder. Nor is the slow Ambiorix, and Langaris, arduous in arms, inactive; he casts down Bussachanem, Carabogdana, and Zenialem, and the iron-clad Ferin, and with Zizimus, Abedinus. The slaughter happens far and wide: the noble strength of the Istanbulite Ottoman/Stambolic cavalry falls, and mingles the lands with blood. Learn, soldier, to restrain your hand from forbidden plunder, and to obey the wholesome warnings of your leaders. By all arms, Germany has not been harmed by you in this way