algava

Updated: May 16, 2025

Now stoop thee, lady, from thy stand, and the ring of price bestow Upon Gazul of Algava, that hath laid Harpado low. Of all the blood of Zegri, the chief is Lisaro, To wield rejón like him is none, or javelin to throw; From the place of his dominion, he ere the dawn doth go, From Alcala de Henares, he rides in weed of woe.

Anonymous - Moorish Literature

Then sounds the trumpet clearly, then clangs the loud tambour, Make room, make room for Gazul throw wide, throw wide the door; Blow, blow the trumpet clearer still, more loudly strike the drum, The Alcaydé of Algava to fight the bull doth come.

Anonymous - Moorish Literature