Staurostichon: A Poem on the Mysteries of the Lord's Cross

fuller or [might] give a penalty worthy Christian peace
They loosen the bolts against Christ with impunity; it is not given to us
that is if through rashly
With impunity, if the tongue attacks Christ
And the name of the Virgin, it is not scorned by us, the holy one.
Germany ...

But neither the sacred things of God, nor temples, nor altars
Are sold; to whom do we see, finally, to the end
troublesome namely men
Do dogs insult us? Let us purge the harmful, let us establish
The right; it is necessary for us to declare war
First on our own customs, soon to bring wars against the profane.
Truly, shall we suffer the mystical things to fall
From heaven in vain, or the leaders of the sacred faith
To have shed so much blood? Or finally, shall we suffer
The bitter death of Christ to be of no profit to us?
He urges his son to end the Christian duty of subjects... so that he may expel the Turks

Restrain the subject peoples, noble Caesar,
From vices, for the ruler of Olympus has not bestowed
Such virtues and wealth upon you, so that they might only
Benefit you, the rarest gifts of the high right hand;
Recognize the heavenly gifts, brave Caesar.
Do not regret plucking with a sacred thumb
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The beard calmed by tumults; these are your duties, Caesar,
for the defense of the faith

To draw the sword of constant faith for the laws,
Insignia of the cross

And with the cross inscribed, to drive away the unfaithful
Students of Muhammad, which have now been handed over to you; cease, Caesar,
That another might spend his effort, while you disdain it. Ministers
Are not lacking for Christ, nor kings, nor are times lacking
For him to drive away the evil customs impelled by Satan,
And to propagate the empire of the cross far and wide.