No se lo que he sonado
En la noche pasada;
Triste, muy triste debio ser el sueno,
Pues despierto la angustia me duraba.
Note, al incorporarme,
Humeda la almohada,
Y por primera vez senti, al notarlo,
De un amargo placer henchirse el alma.
Triste cosa es el sueno
Que llanto nos arranca;
Mas tengo en mi tristeza una alegria...
iSe que aun me quedan lagrimas!
I wept while I was dreaming
That thou didst buried lie;
I woke, and with my weeping
My cheeks were not yet dry.
I wept while I was dreaming
That thou hadst gone from me;
I woke, and still kept weeping
Full long and bitterly.
I wept while I was dreaming
That thou didst love me well;
I woke, and--woe is me, love--
My tears are flowing still.
