Romance del rey moro que perdió Valencia
This poem is a romance, which is a poetic form that has been part of Spanish literature for centuries, originating in the oral tradition of medieval Iberia. It is characterized by lines of eight syllables (with caveats), and rima asonante in the even-numbered lines, meaning that the final vowel sound in every other line will be the same throughout the poem. For example, the rhyming sound in this poem is ‘a’. Romances were performed by minstrels and the oldest among them originate from this oral tradition, a form in which some still survive today. They arose in an era when language was more fluid than today, and many of these romances viejos are attested in different forms across different languages.
Romances were very popular in their time, and from the Renaissance onward they would be composed by various authors, including some of the most prominent figures in Spanish literature, such as Lope de Vega. These poems differ from true romances viejos, however, in that they are not the product of an oral tradition and are instead penned by a single author. Though it is sometimes difficult to differentiate, this poem is decidedly of the older class, with versions found in Catalonia, Madeira, and Algarve.
More specifically, the poem is also a romance morisco in that it follows a Muslim or Moorish protagonist. This type of romance is written by Christian author(s) about Muslim subjects, and they are known for being far more charitable in their depiction than a modern reader might expect. For more on why I find these poems important, see Convivencia, Romances Moriscos, and Religious Conflict Today.
The poem is one of the many romances that involve “el Buen Cid,” a Castilian knight immortalized in the 12th-century Spanish epic poem El Cantar de mio Cid. In the poem, he is reconquering the city of Valencia from Muslim control, a real historical event which occurred in 1094, though the rest of the events are literary embellishment. I find this poem most notable and enjoyable for the drama and suspense of its action, an element which I find makes it feel strangely modern for a medieval poem. I hope you enjoy!
Romance del Rey Moro que Perdió Valencia
Anónimo
Traducido por Jasper Cunningham
Helo, helo, por dó viene
el moro por la calzada,
caballero a la jineta
encima una yegua baya;
borceguíes marroquíes
y espuela de oro calzada;
una adarga ante los pechos
y en su mano una azagaya.
Mirando estaba a Valencia,
cómo está tan bien cercada:
-¡Oh, Valencia, oh Valencia,
de mal fuego seas quemada!
Primero fuiste de moros
que de cristianos ganada.
Si la lanza no me miente,
a moros serás tornada;
aquel perro de aquel Cid
prenderélo por la barba,
su mujer, doña Jimena,
será de mí cautivada,
su hija, Urraca Hernando,
será mi enamorada,
después de yo harto de ella
la entregaré a mi compaña.
El buen Cid no está tan lejos,
que todo bien lo escuchaba.
-Venid vos acá, mi hija,
mi hija doña Urraca;
dejad las ropas continas
y vestid ropas de pascua.
Aquel moro hi-de-perro
detenémelo en palabras,
mientras yo ensillo a Babieca
y me ciño la mi espada.
La doncella, muy hermosa,
se paró a una ventana;
el moro, desque la vido,
de esta suerte le hablara:
-Alá te guarde, señora,
mi señora doña Urraca.
-Así haga a vos, señor,
buena sea vuestra llegada.
Siete años ha, rey, siete,
que soy vuestra enamorada.
-Otros tanto ha, señora,
que os tengo dentro en mi alma.
Ellos estando en aquesto
el buen Cid que asomaba.
-Adiós, adiós, mi señora,
la mi linda enamorada,
que del caballo Babieca
yo bien oigo la patada.
Do la yegua pone el pie,
Babieca pone la pata.
Allí hablara el caballo,
bien oiréis lo que hablaba:
-¡Reventar debía la madre
que a su hijo no esperaba!
Siete vueltas la rodea
alrededor de una jara;
la yegua, que era ligera,
muy adelante pasaba
hasta llegar cabe un río
adonde una barca estaba.
El moro, desque la vido,
con ella bien se holgaba,
grandes gritos da al barquero
que le allegase la barca;
el barquero es diligente,
túvosela aparejada,
embarcó muy presto en ella,
que no se detuvo nada.
Estando el moro embarcado,
el buen Cid que llegó al agua,
y por ver al moro en salvo,
de tristeza reventaba;
mas con la furia que tiene,
una lanza le arrojaba,
y dijo: -Recoged, mi yerno,
arrecogedme esa lanza,
que quizás tiempo vendrá
que os será bien demandada.
Ballad of the Moorish King who Lost Valencia
Unknown
Translated by Jasper Cunningham
Look, look, for this way comes
the Moor through the street,
riding with short stirrups11: a la jineta is a specific style of riding
characteristic of Moors or Africans
atop a cream-colored mare;
his boots Morrocan
and golden spurs on his feet;
a shield upon his chest
and in his hand a javelin.22: an azagaya is a specific type of African polearm
He was looking to Valencia,
how it was so completely sieged:
“Oh Valencia, oh Valencia,
of wicked fire may you be burned!
First you were of Moors
then by Christians won.
If the lance doesn’t lie to me,
to Moors you will be returned;
that dog, that Cid
I will grab him by the beard,
his woman, doña Jimena,
will be my captive,
his daughter, Urraca Hernando,
will be my lover,
after I’ve had my fill of her
I will turn her over to my companions.”
El buen Cid was not too far,
to have heard all this well.
“Come here, my daughter,
my daughter doña Urraca;
put away your everyday clothes
and dress in your finery.33: lit. clothes of Easter
That Moorish son of a bitch
halt him for me with words,
while I saddle Babieca
and gird my sword.”
The maiden, so lovely,
stood in a window;
the moor, from the moment he saw her,
by this arrangement spoke to her:
“May Allah protect you, my lady,
my lady doña Urraca.”
“The same to you, sir,
may your arrival be fortunate.
Seven years it’s been, O king, seven,
that I’ve been your lover.
“Even more it’s been, milady,
that I’ve had you in my soul.”
They were thus occupied
when el buen Cid appeared.
“Goodbye, goodbye, my lady,
my beautiful beloved,
from the horse Babieca
I clearly hear the footfalls.”
Where the mare puts her feet,
Babieca puts his hoof.
There spoke the horse,
you will hear well what he said:44: supernatural elements are uncommon in
romances but the speaking horse is a trope.
“She must be out of breath, the mother
that does not wait for her son!”55: other versions of the text make it clear
that the Moor's mare is the mother of Babieca
Seven times she circled
around a fire-hardened spear;
the mare, which was lithe,
passed far ahead
until reaching a river
where a boat was.
The moor, from the moment he saw it,
was overjoyed,
he shouted loudly at the boatman
to bring the boat close;
the boatman was diligent,
he had it rigged,
he boarded quite quickly,
without stopping at all.
The moor was embarking,
el buen Cid arrived at the water,
and seeing the moor saved,
broke down in sorrow;
but with the fury that he has,
a spear he hurled,
and said: “Pick it up, my son,66: lit. son-in-law
pick up this spear for me,
for perhaps a time will come
when you will sorely need it.”
2: an azagaya is a specific type of African polearm
3: lit. clothes of Easter
4: supernatural elements are uncommon in romances but the speaking horse is a trope.
5: other versions of the text make it clear that the Moor's mare is the mother of Babieca
6: lit. son-in-law