Fragment: He turned and looked upon them, and he wept very sore As he saw the yawning gateway and the hasps wrenched off the door , And the pegs whereon no mantle nor coat of vair there hung.
There perched no moulting goshawk, and there no falcon swung.
My lord the Cid sighed deeply such grief was in his heart And he spake well and wisely: "Oh Thou, in Heaven that art Our Father and our Master, now I give thanks to Thee.
Of their wickedness my foemen have done this thing to me." II.
Then they shook out the bridle rein further to ride afar.
They had the crow on their right hand as they issued from Bivár; And as they entered Burgos upon their left it sped.