A keresés eredménye

Arias Gonzalo buries his son Hernán

Through that old wicket
that always remained open,
I saw a bright red banner followed
by three hundred men on horseback.
 
Amongst the three hundred men
was a well guarded monument,
and inside that monument
was a wooden coffin,
and inside that coffin,
was the deceased body
that belonged to Fernando de Arias,
the son of Arias Gonzalo.
 
A hundred maidens wept over him,
all hundred are weeping,
all of them were his relatives
three and four generations of them:
some called him cousin,
others called him brother,
some called him uncle,
others called him brother-in-law,
amongst all of them cried
Urraca Hernando.
 
And how he comforted them,
that old Arias Gonzalo!
- Why do you cry, my maidens?
why is your wailing so tearful?
for if they should kill a son of mine,
four remain to me here

Arias Gonzalo buries his son Hernán

Through that old wicket
that always remained open,
I saw a bright red banner followed
by three hundred men on horseback.
 
Amongst the three hundred men
was a well guarded monument,
and inside that monument
was a wooden coffin,
and inside that coffin,
was the deceased body
that belonged to Fernando de Arias,
the son of Arias Gonzalo.
 
A hundred maidens wept over him,
all hundred are weeping,
all of them were his relatives
three and four generations of them:
some called him cousin,
others called him brother,
some called him uncle,
others called him brother-in-law,
amongst all of them cried
Urraca Hernando.
 
And how he comforted them,
that old Arias Gonzalo!
- Why do you cry, my maidens?
why is your wailing so tearful?
for if they should kill a son of mine,
four remain to me here