Free The Song of the Cid by Anonymous

pueden andar.
Entre Fariza e Cetina Mio Cid iva albergar,
grandes son las ganancias que priso por la tierra dó va.
Non lo saben los moros el ardiment que an.
Otro día moviós’ Mio Cid el de Bivar
e passó a Alfama, la Foz ayuso va,
passó a Bovierca e a Teca que es adelant
e sobre Alcocer Mio Cid iva posar
en un otero rredondo, fuerte e grand,
acerca corre Salón, agua nol’ puedent vedar.
Mio Cid don Rrodrigo Alcocer cueda ganar.
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    Bien puebla el otero, fırme prende las posadas,
los unos contra la sierra e los otros contra la agua.
El buen Canpeador que en buen ora nasco
derredor del otero bien cerca del agua
a todos sos varones mandó fazer una cárcava
que de día nin de noch non les diessen arrebata,
que sopiessen que Mio Cid allí avié fıncança.
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    Por todas essas tierras ivan los mandados
que el Campeador Mio Cid allí avié poblado,
venido es a moros, exido es de cristianos;
You’ve all been well paid, no one’s purse is empty,
So tomorrow morning I want us to ride away.
Alfonso is still my king, I do not want to fight with him.”
No one disagreed with my Cid.
They’d conquered the castle as poor men; they left it rich;
And Moorish men and women blessed them.
They rode rapidly along the river Henares,
Crossed the Alcarria, passed the Anquita caves,
Then crossed the Tajuña and went through Campo Taranz:
It was a downward path, and they kept galloping on.
Finally, between Ariza and Cetina, they pitched their camp,
Having taken immense amounts of loot along the way.
The Moors had no idea where they were going.
The next day, my Cid, the Warrior from Vivar, moved on,
Passing Alhama, then La Hoz,
Then Bubierca and even Ateca, further along,
Making camp, at last, on a round hill, which looked down,
High and imposing, on the city of Alcocer.
The river Jalón ran past; their water supply was endless.
My Cid, Don Rodrigo, decided to capture Alcocer.
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    He built a sturdy campsite, fortified the position,
Setting some of his men near the hill, others along the river.
Then the Warrior, born in a lucky hour,
Ordered his men to dig a deep ditch, starting near the water
And running all around the hill;
No one could attack them, now, by night or day.
The message was clear: my Cid had come to stay.
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    The news was known through all the lands around.
The Warrior, my Cid, had settled down
Near Alcocer, exiled by Christians, come to the Moors:
    en la su vezindad non se treven ganar tanto.
Aguardándose va Mio Cid con todos sus vassallos,
el castiello de Alcocer en paria va entrando.
Los de Alcocer a Mio Cid yal’ dan parias de grado
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    e los de Teca e los de Ter rer la casa;
a los de Calataút, sabet, ma[ l ] les pesava.
Allí yogo Mio Cid complidas quinze semanas.
Quando vio Mio Cid que Alcocer non se le dava,
él fızo un art e non lo detardava:
dexa una tienda fıta e las otras levava,
cojó[ s ’] Salón ayuso, la su seña alçada,
las lorigas vestidas e cintas las espadas
a guisa de menbrado por sacarlos a celada.
Veyénlo los de Alcocer, ¡Dios, cómo se alabavan!
“Fallido á a Mio Cid el pan e la cevada;
las otras abés lieva, una tienda á dexada,
de guisa va Mio Cid como si escapasse de arrancada.
Demos salto a él e feremos grant ganancia
antes quel’ prendan los de Ter rer , si non, non nos darán dent
nada;
la paria qu’él á presa tornar nos la ha doblada.”
Salieron de Alcocer a una priessa much estraña,
Mio Cid, quando los vio fuera, cogiós’ como de arrancada,
cojós’ Salón ayuso, con los sos abuelta anda .
Dizen los de Alcocer: “¡Ya se nos va la ganancia!”
Los grandes e los chicos fuera salto dan,
al sabor del prender de lo ál non piensan nada,
abiertas dexan las puertas que ninguno non las guarda.
El buen Campeador la su cara tornava,
vio que