HOLIDAY OF BULLS IN MADRID

 The broad circus fills
 Of clamorous multitude
 That attends to seeing in the sand
 The bloody doubtful fight,
 And everything in wheel resounds


The beautiful Zaida occupied
 His golden viewing-points
 That the art filigreed
 And with mirrors and flowers
 And damasks to it adorned


 None to the risk submits
 And the fixed bull is in way,
 When a herdsman who comes
 Of the door of the Vega,
 It pushed in the knee, and said:

 On a horse alazano
 Cutlery of shows and gold,
 Demand licenses urban
 To spear a bull  A Christian gentleman.