Triste esta el rey David 3

From Morenika Izmirlia, 2021

This is a Romansa that describes the sadness of King David on hearing of the death of his son Avshalom. Used as a dirge for personal mourning or for collective mourning on the day of Tisha b'Av, the destruction date of both temples in Jerusalem in 586 BCE and then again in 70 CE. It's melody is used as a contrafactum for a Hebrew dirge during prayers relating to Tisha b'Av.
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Triste está el rey David, triste está de corazón,
por endechar las sus ansias subióse al mirador,
vido venir de un cavallero más negro que el carbón,
demandando y preguntando: -¿Onde está el emperador?
Metio la mano ensu pecho carta sillada le dio
Sillada con siete sillos de su hijo Avshalom
- Vinid aquí, la mi mujer, madre negra de Absalon
que vos mataron nuestro hijo, al mi hijo Absalón.
- Vinid ahora, aquí, mi elmuera, que arrelumbras más que el sol,
que vos mataron al marido, al mi hijo Absalón.
- Vinid aquí, los mis inietos, huerfanicos muevos sos,
vos mataron al padre, al mi hijo Absalón.

Translation
King David is sad, sad at heart,
to grieve for his anxieties, he climbed onto the viewing platform,
seeing a knight blacker than coal coming,
demanding and asking: "Where is the emperor?"
He put his hand to his chest and gave him a sealed letter,
sealed with seven seals from his son Absalom.
"Come here, my wife, black mother of Absalom,
for they killed our son, my son Absalom."
"Come here now, my daughter-in-law, who shines brighter than the sun,
for they killed your husband, my son Absalom."
"Come here, my grandchildren, you are new orphans,
they killed your father, my son Absalom."">King David is sad, sad at heart,
to grieve for his anxieties, he climbed onto the tower
seeing a messenger blacker than coal coming,
demanding and asking: "Where is the emperor?"
He put his hand to his chest and gave him a sealed letter,
sealed with seven seals from his son Absalom.
"Come here, my wife, black mother of Absalom,
for they killed our son, my son Absalom."
"Come here now, my daughter-in-law, who shines brighter than the sun,
for they killed your husband, my son Absalom."
"Come here, my grandchildren, you are new orphans,
they killed your father, my son Absalom."