Azarco Of Granada

Azarco left his heart behind
When he from Seville passed,
And winsome Celindaja
As hostage held it fast.
The heart which followed with the Moor
Was lent him by the maid,
And at their tearful parting,
"Now guard it well," she said.
"O light of my distracted eyes,
When thou hast reached the fight,
In coat of double-proof arrayed,
As fits a gallant knight,
Let loyal love and constancy
Be thy best suit of mail,
In lonely hours of absence,
When faith is like to fail.
The Moorish girls whom thou shalt meet
Are dazzling in their grace,
Of peerless wit and generous heart,
And beautiful of face.
These in the dance may lure thy heart
To think of me no more,
But none will e'er adore thee
As I, thy slave, adore.
For to live lonely without thee
Untouched by jealous fear,
Is more than my poor heart can brook,
Thou art to me so dear.
If e'er in festal halls thou meet
Some peril to my peace,
Azarco, turn thy look away,
And check thine eyes' caprice.
For 'tis by wandering eyes the foes
Of constancy increase.
May Allah and the prophet
Make thy pathway safe and clear;
And may one thought be thine abroad
And Celindaja's here."