Sir Buris’ right hand, and Sir Buris’ left foot,
King Valdemar caused to be hewn off to boot.
From the Castle the knight they led forth on the green,
In mockery and scoff of Sophia the Queen.
“Behold now thy brother, that lord great and fine,
Who fain as a prince and a monarch would shine!”
The Dane-king a fetter has caused to be made,
On Buris in Vestervig cloister ’twas laid.
For eleven long years there was Sir Buris confin’d,
Each day to her grave went the knight lame and blind.
Each day that he lived of the King did he crave
That beside her when dead they might lay him in grave.
To the King he was forced to give land and domain,
Ere to rest in the cloister the boon he could gain.
He expired just as the twelfth year was begun—
The King never smiled Queen Sophia upon.
MIRROR OF CINTRA
Translated from the original Portuguese on a marble slab in the garden of Don Juan De Castro, at Cintra.