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.
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.
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.