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Updated: June 16, 2025
Then spake he to the dancing waves Of Tagus' holy tide, "Oh, that thou hadst a tongue, to speak My story far and wide! That all might learn, who gaze on thee At evening, night, or morn, Westward to happy Portugal, The sufferings I have borne." Upon Sanlucar's spacious square The brave Gazul was seen, Bedecked in brilliant array Of purple, white, and green.
Their grim strength over-powered the more graceful shadows of Moordom; and it was only by an effort that I recalled Gazul and Musa, most gallant and amorous of Paynim knights, tilting in the square, displaying incredible valour in the slaughter of savage bulls. I thought of the Catholic Kings, in full armour, riding with clank of steel through the captured streets.
And he must pass the crowd of men, Who in the courtyard stand, Lighting the palace of the Moor, With torches in their hand. And Zaida in the midst comes forth, Her lover at her side; He has come, amid his groomsmen, To take her for his bride. And bold Gazul feels his heart bound With fury at the sight; A lion's rage is in his soul, His brow is black as night.
Hope was the augury of his love; hope's livery he wore; Yet at his side each squire of his a trenchant rapier bore. Each rapier true was black in hue and sheathed in silver ore; At once the people knew the knight from his audacious mien Gazul the brave was recognized as soon as he was seen!
What time the sun in ocean sank, with myriad colors fair, And jewels of a thousand hues tinted the clouds of air, Brave Gazul at Acala, with all his host, drew rein They were four hundred noblemen, the stoutest hearts in Spain And scarcely had he reached the town when the command was given: "Now let your shots, your cross-bows, sound to the vault of heaven!
The brave Gazul was on the watch, to ward the threatened blow, And save his steed, and with one stroke to lay the assailant low. The valiant bull, with lowered head advancing to the strife, Felt from skilled hand the tempered brand pierce to his very life. Deep wounded to the gory ground, where he had stoutly stood, The hornèd warrior sank at last, bathed in his own heart's blood.
The straps with rich enamel decked I bid you lay aside; And bind the rowels to my heel With thongs of dusky hide." Thus spake aloud the brave Gazul, One gloomy Tuesday night; Gloomy the eve, as he prepared For victory in the fight. For on that day the news had come That his fair Moorish maid Had wedded with his bitterest foe, The hated Albenzaide.
Not Rodamont the African, The ruler of Argel, And King of Zarza's southern coast, Was filled with rage so fell, When for his darling Doralice He fought with Mandricard, As filled the heart of bold Gazul When, past Sidonia's guard, He sallied forth in arms arrayed, With courage high prepared To do a deed that mortal man Never before had dared.
And as Celinda stripped the wings which on adventure brave Sustained his flight no more shall plume above his helmet wave. 'Twas noon one Wednesday when Gazul to Gelva's portal came, And straight he sought the market-place to join the jousting game; The ruler of the city looked at him with surprise, And never lady knew the knight, so dark was his disguise.
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