Must Coimbra wear the misbeliever’s yoke,
Before Fernando’s banner through her gate
Shall pass triumphant, and her hallow’d Mosque
Behold the hero of Bivar receive
The knighthood which he glorified so oft
In his victorious fields. Oh if the years
To come might then have risen on Roderick’s soul,
How had they kindled and consoled his heart!...
What joy might Douro’s haven then have given,
Whence Portugal, the faithful and the brave,