Conquistador
Who dares to say I am untrue to Spain
Loving this barren land, loving this plain
Scarlet as blood or white as sun-bleached bones,
Loving these flat-roofed mountains and these stones
Round with spring waters where now the bed gapes dry,
Loving these rainbowed storms, this turquoise sky,
Yes, even these Indians in their high mud towns
For all their sacred meal and feathered crowns?
Some of you seek for souls and some for gold
And some for lands that you may seize and hold,
But all is mine on which I set my eyes,
My kingdom falls where my mare's shadow lies.
If souls prove slippery and if gold proves hid,
Your pathway lies directly to Madrid,
But I have found my saddle such a throne
That I can not dismount till Death alone
Shall play my page and bring my horse to stand
Holding my stirrup in a servile hand!
Loving this barren land, loving this plain
Scarlet as blood or white as sun-bleached bones,
Loving these flat-roofed mountains and these stones
Round with spring waters where now the bed gapes dry,
Loving these rainbowed storms, this turquoise sky,
Yes, even these Indians in their high mud towns
For all their sacred meal and feathered crowns?
Some of you seek for souls and some for gold
And some for lands that you may seize and hold,
But all is mine on which I set my eyes,
My kingdom falls where my mare's shadow lies.
If souls prove slippery and if gold proves hid,
Your pathway lies directly to Madrid,
But I have found my saddle such a throne
That I can not dismount till Death alone
Shall play my page and bring my horse to stand
Holding my stirrup in a servile hand!
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