EL CANTAR DE MÍO CIDfrom "THE SONG OF MY CID
Anon. 12c.trans. Brian Cole
El Cid, cercado en Alcocer, sale a luchar con sus
sitiadores. Pedro Bermúdez hiere los primeros golpes


Abrieron las puertas · fuera un salto dan;
viéronlo las arrobdas de los moros, · al almofalla se van tornar;
¡Qué priessa va en los moros! · e tornáronse a armar;
ante roído de atamores · la tierra querié quebrar;
veriedes armarse moros, · apriessa entrar en az.
De parte de los moros · dos señas ha cabdales,
e los pendones mezclados, · ¿quí los podrie contar?
Las azes de los moros · yas' mueven adelant,
por a mío Cid e a los sos · a manos los tomar.
"Quedas seed, mesnadas, · aquí en este logar,
non derranche ninguno · fata que yo lo mande".
Aquel Pero Vermúez · non lo pudo endurar,
la seña tiene en mano, · compejo de espolonar:
"¡El Criador vos vala, · Cid Campeador leal!
Vo meter la vuestra seña · en aquella mayor az;
los que el debdo avedes · veremos commo la acorrades"
Dixo el Campeador: · ¡Non sea, por caridad!"
Respuso Pero Vermúez: "¡Non rastará por ál!"
Espolonó el cavallo · e metiól' en el mayor az.
Moros le reciben · por la seña ganar,
danle grandes colpes, · mas nol' pueden falssar.
Dixo el Campeador: · "¡Valelde, por caridad!"

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The Cid, surrounded in Alcocer, comes out to do battle with
his besiegers. Pedro Bermúdez strikes the first blows


They opened up the gates and they all rushed outside;
the Moorish sentries saw them and turned back to their camp.
What a bustle among the Moors! They all began to arm;
and at this noise of drums the earth seems about to split;
you'd have seen the Moors arming, and rushing to fall in line.
On the Moorish side they carry two main banners,
and the various pennants - who ever could count them?
The battle ranks of the Moors are already moving forward
to engage hand to hand with my Cid and his men.
"Hold your ground, my men, right here in this place,
and let no-one break ranks until I give the command."
That man, Pero Vermúez, could not put up with this:
he holds his banner in hand and begins to press the spurs.
"May the Creator help you, loyal Warrior Cid!
I'll go and plant your banner in their main battle-rank;
you whose destiny it is, we'll see how you rally to it."
Then the Warrior said: "No, no, for pity's sake!"
Pero Vermúez replied: "Nothing will stop me now!"
He spurred his charger on and rode at their main rank.
The Moors meet his attack and fight to win the banner;
they deal him mighty blows, but they cannot unhorse him.
Then the Warrior said: "Support him, for pity's sake!"

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Transl. Copyright © Brian Cole 2003


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