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 We mounted our horses, And departed thence through the land of the Moors. On a morning, as day dawned, I sate me down to rest, And the Moorish maiden took me, Encircling me with her black arms, And when I looked on her, mother, On her black face and white teeth, A loathing gat hold on me; I drew the rich-wrought sabre, And smote her on the silken girdle, That the sabre cut clean through her. I mounted my Sharatz, And the head of the Moorish girl spake and said: 'Brother-in-God, Kraljević Marko! Leave me not! Leave me not!' Therein, mother, I sinned against God, Gaining much gold thereby, And for this cause I let build many pious buildings."