by Jüri Talvet
El Cid's sword strikes to right
and left at the heads of Moors
and Christians, wins bread for the daughters
of Campeador, who now, at the start
of the 21st century, cower between
Puerta del Sol and Gran Vía, lean dark
small Elviras and Sols catch in the net
of their dark glances Christians and Moors –
men – on the right and the left, shivering
as they earn their bread in Europe’s midwinter:
Oh father, oh father, why did you leave us!
(Trans. H. L. Hix)
From:
Isegi vihmal on hing (Tartu: Tartu Ülikooli Kirjastus, 2010)
Copyright ©:
Jüri Talvet
Last updated September 19, 2011