KEEN as the blasts from BULAK’s* desert blow;
High-temper’d as the souls of mighty kings;
Bright as the forky fires of light’ning glow,
When DEATH’s dread ANGEL rides upon their wings.
Such is this sword, O thou, whose hasty hand
Is guided only by despotic will,
Learn that from GOD was given this high command:
‘No blood UNJUSTLY shalt thou dare to spill.’
But to repel the force of lawless might,
To aid the INNOCENT, their wrongs redress,
Protect the JUST, defend thy country’s right:
For these, the BRAVE shall combat with success.
Wield then this vengeful blade.—By HEAVEN’s decree
DEATH’s SABLE ANGEL* shall give place to thee.