The defeat at Seville November 1248
We have eaten rats during this siege
The Goths want us acquiesce to Christian suzerainty.
They never tell us why we should do so
We have our music, poetry, wine, gardens and our beautiful women.
And beauty gives light like lamps to one travelling in the dark.
Makes one wake up, notice a spark, a jewel
A pearl from the deeps of a distant ocean
The rarity of dreams: creates a passion
That is large and does not fade
Hearts beat in harmony :
Mine and my lover;
Her body wracked by childbirth, mine by war;
Christian indifference to beauty breaks my lover’s heart:
Stars burn in her eyes,
In the depth of night
She loves her garden,
Spreads perfume, colour, texture, glaze
All is as seasons dictate,
Mirroring my state of mind;
Desire might extinguish me.
You must wait for a woman
Sometimes for a whole lifetime
Or for longer still
The world is sick of Christian hypocrisy-
Heaven knows. We must help each other
To die before the walls fall.