One hundred Saracenes I killed to honor her! One hundred deaths gone to the lady I adore! But our king, deceitful sire, Declared a tournament, that liar. Kings of the world, to me, are rotten to the core! Here is my opponent, the Royal Courtís First Knight. The king has sent another one for me to fight. But it is for her loving heart My spearís aiming so hard. I donít care for his royal tricks tonight. A coat of arms is on his chest - a gallows pole. Like in a sunken ship there Iíll make a hole. The king may be his dear friend, But, anyway, Iíll kill him, and Today about the king I donít care at all. The king declared: ďHe will have an easy win!Ē ďYou rest in peace, my friend!Ē - he added with a grin. When Iíll die and rot in grave, The king will wed my dear dame. Oh, God forgive me, I despise his king! The sign is given, and so we begin. We charge our horses, and weíre closing in. No helmets worn, it will do. The kingís excited with the view, But still today I donít care for the king! Itís over finally. The battlefield can rest. His blood is spilled all over feather-grass. The kingís as mad as one can be, But now she belongs to me, Today about the king I couldnít care less! No happy endings. Our love was betrayed. The king has sent me on a Holy Land crusade. Neither of us could do a thing Weíre both vassals to the king. For itís too early not to care about kings.
© Vadim Astrakhan. Translation, 2007
© Vadim Astrakhan. Performance, 2007