Out from the south Al-Andalus' flame,
A bitter reproach despite the rules of the game,
Moments left waiting, the time be at hand,
Regret thee not the pilgrimage made from thy land.
6
Of Baetica I canst tell thee not,
'Tis here the vine be easily got,
In an immodest climate unfold the days,
Given o'er to ease and riotous ways.
7
Hadrian's homeland, from here he came,
Sleepy Italica on a rustic plain,
Where down to the pit didst the brave descend,
Where of Leo and Pisces animosity didst amend.
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