"My humble greetings, ladies! I’ve won you at great rewards:
You took care of Valencia, and I conquered on the battlefield.
God and all his saints wanted exactly this
From the moment you arrived, and they gave us all we wished for.
Look at my bloody sword and my horse dripping sweat:
This is how you beat the Moors, in war!
Pray for God to give me more years, And you'll all be rich, with everyone kissing your hands!" 2.95 123 tantum religio potuit suadere malorum (De Rerum Natura, 1.101)

Indeed, they carried immense riches into Valencia
Bishop Don Jerénimo, as good a priest as could be,
Swung weapons with both hands: when he’d finished fighting
He could no longer count the Moors he had killed.
Nor did he do badly, when it came to booty,
For my Cid, Ruy Diaz, born at a lucky hour,
Gave him a tenth of what he himself had earned. 2.96 127 tantum religio potuit suadere malorum (De Rerum Natura, 1.101)

Then Bishop Don Jeronimo, well armored, arrived,
And stood in front of the Warrior who was blessed with good fortunes
"This day, I’ve said a Holy Trinity mass for you.
I left my country and sought for you
Because I was hungry for killing Moors.
My sacred vows and itching hands demand That I be placed in front, wherever you attack.
I carry a holy banner, as well as a lance,
And—may it please God!—I want to use them, 3.116 165 tantum religio potuit suadere malorum (De Rerum Natura, 1.101)

Bishop Don Jerénimo spurred his horse
And rode straight at the Moorish forces.
Because God loved him, and he was lucky,
He killed two Moors with his first few strokes. 3.117 165 tantum religio potuit suadere malorum (De Rerum Natura, 1.101)

God wanted the Christians to win.
My Cid and his men made the Moors run. 3.117 167 tantum religio potuit suadere malorum (De Rerum Natura, 1.101)