“Had I but listened to your plea,
    I ne’er had met
  Disaster; though this life be lost to me,
    Let not your ban upon my soul be set.

  “In him, in him alone I trust,
    To him I pray,
  Who formed this wretched body from the dust. 
    He will redeem me in the Judgment Day.

  “And Muza, one last service will I ask,
    Dear friend of mine: 
  Here, where I died, be it thy pious task
    To bury me beneath the tall green pine.

  “And o’er my head a scroll indite, to tell
    How, on this sod,
  Fighting amid my valiant Moors, I fell. 
    And tell King Chico how I turned to God,

  “And longed to be a Christian at the last,
    And sought the light,
  So that the accursed Koran could not cast
    My soul to suffer in eternal night.”

THE NIGHT RAID OF REDUAN

Two thousand are the Moorish knights that ’neath the banner stand
Of mighty Reduan, as he starts in ravage thro’ the land. 
With pillage and with fire he wastes the fields and fruitful farms,
And thro’ the startled border-land is heard the call to arms;
By Jaen’s towers his host advance and, like a lightning flash,
Ubeda and Andujar can see his horsemen dash,
While in Baeza every bell
Does the appalling tidings tell,
“Arm!  Arm!”
Rings on the night the loud alarm.

So silently they gallop, that gallant cavalcade,
The very trumpet’s muffled tone has no disturbance made. 
It seems to blend with the whispering sound of breezes on their way,
The rattle of their harness and the charger’s joyous neigh. 
But now from hill and turret high the flaming cressets stream
And watch-fires blaze on every hill and helm and hauberk gleam. 
From post to post the signal along the border flies
And the tocsin sounds its summons and the startled burghers rise,
While in Baeza every bell
Does the appalling tidings tell,
“Arm!  Arm!”
Rings on the night the loud alarm.

Ah, suddenly that deadly foe has fallen upon the prey,
Yet stoutly rise the Christians and arm them for the foe,
And doughty knights their lances seize and scour their coats of mail,
The soldier with his cross-bow comes and the peasant with his flail. 
And Jaen’s proud hidalgos, Andujar’s yeomen true,
And the lords of towered Ubeda the pagan foes pursue;
And valiantly they meet the foe nor turn their backs in flight,
And worthy do they show themselves of their fathers’ deeds of might,
While in Baeza every bell
Does the appalling tidings tell,
“Arm!  Arm!”
Rings on the night the loud alarm.

The gates of dawn are opened and sunlight fills the land,
The Christians issuing from the gates in martial order stand,
They close in fight, and paynim host and Christian knights of Spain,
Not half a league from the city gate, are struggling on the plain.