Tres hermanicas 3

From Arboleras - De las altas mares, Ecos Sefardies de la isle de Rodas, 2009

The title given to this romance is Hero and Leandro, from an ancient legend (in poems by Ovid, Virgilio, Horacio and other poets) about the loved woman locked in a castle in the middle of the sea but her lover swims across, she throws him her braids, he goes up and she serves him fine meals.

Lyrics:
Tres hermanicas eran,     tres hermanicas son
las dos eran casadas,   el amor,    la chica en perdición.
Su padre por verguenza   a Rodes la mandó,
en medio del camino, el amor,   castillo le fraguó.
De perlica menuda,     coral al deridor,
ventanas altas l'hizo,   el amor,    que no suba'n varón.
Varón que esto supo      presto a nadar se echó,
sus brazos hizo remos,   el amor,    su cuerpo navegó.
Le echó sus entrenzados,   ariba lo subió,
 ya le lava pies y manos, el amor,     con agua y con jabón.
Y l'alimpia pies y manos        con chevre de clavidón,
ya le quita por beber,   el amor,  vino de treinta treinta y dos.
Ya le quita por mezés      almendricas de Stambol,
ya le quita por comer,   el amor,    piscado con limón.
En medio de los comeres    agua le dimandó,
agua no había en casa,   el amor,   a la fuente la mandó.
La fuente era lejos,    la niña se decansó,
a la son de los tres chorros,   el amor,  la niña se dormió.
Por ahí pasó un caballero,   tres besicos le dió,
los dos eran d'amor,     el amor,   l'otro de corazón.
Al son de los tres besos    la niña se despertó,
- Si mi amor lo sabe,   el amor,    matada ya soy yo.
Matada con un puño,    que dos no quiero yo,
matada con un puño,   el amor,   que dos no quero yo.
- Non vos mato, siñora,   que yo so vuestro amor,
ya se toman de las manos , el amor,  se van con muncho amor.

Translation:
Three little sisters there were, three little sisters there are
the two were married, my love, the youngest was in sorrow
Her father out of shame to Rhodes sent her,
in the middle of the road, my love, a castle he forged for her.
Of tiny little pearl, coral all around,
high windows he made for her, my love, that no man might climb.
The man who knew of this quickly into the water he threw himself,
his arms he made oars, my love, his body sailed.
She threw down her braids, up he rose,
she washes his feet and hands, my love, with water and with soap.
she cleans his feet and hands with goat’s milk and cloves,
she gives him to drink, my love, wine of thirty, thirty-two.
she gives him to the table little almonds of Istanbul,
already she gives him to eat, my love, fish cooked with lemon.
In the midst of the meal water he asked for,
there was no water in the house, my love, to the fountain she went.
The fountain was far, the girl grew tired,
to the sound of the three streams, my love, the girl fell asleep.
Along there passed a knight, three little kisses he gave her,
the two were of love, my love, the other from the heart.
At the sound of the three kisses the girl awoke,
– If my beloved knows it, my love, I am as good as dead.
Killed with one fist, for two I want not,
killed with one fist, my love, for two I want not.
– I shall not kill you, lady, for I am your beloved,
they take each other by the hands, my love, they go with much love.