Adios to the lands and great house, Caballero, br A kiss for the Lady in White and your friends, br For you ride out to meet the wild Toronegro br Pounding the plain, and the world on you depends. br br Now that sombre shape as the moon is dawning br Behind you is not yet horned with sails, br And a blade through the neck will dropp him, fawning, br In a test which your fool on his ass ever fails. br br Though the bull should blast into stormswept hells br All knights, you shine even there, dimmed never. br For the bullet has not yet has culled the white horn br br Nor the navy lowered its dark-mouthed barrels br To blast the last steed into kingdom ever br From a cloistered village, just before you were born.