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"Anoche Cuando Dormía", de Antonio Machado

Sharing a poem in Spanish today, by Antonio Machado.

Scroll down to read the English translation (unfortunately the unique musicality of this poem can't possibly be reproduced in the translation). Enjoy!



Anoche cuando dormía

soñé ¡bendita ilusión!

que una fontana fluía

dentro de mi corazón.

Dí: ¿por qué acequia escondida,

agua, vienes hasta mí,

manantial de nueva vida

en donde nunca bebí?


Anoche cuando dormía

soñé ¡bendita ilusión!

que una colmena tenía

dentro de mi corazón;

y las doradas abejas

iban fabricando en él,

con las amarguras viejas,

blanca cera y dulce miel.


Anoche cuando dormía

soñé ¡bendita ilusión!

que un ardiente sol lucía

dentro de mi corazón.

Era ardiente porque daba

calores de rojo hogar,

y era sol porque alumbraba

y porque hacía llorar.


Anoche cuando dormía

soñé ¡bendita ilusión!

que era Dios lo que tenía

dentro de mi corazón.




"...que una colmena tenía dentro de mi corazón..."

Two English Translations:


Last night while sleeping


Last night while sleeping

I dreamed, blessed illusion!,

that a fountain was flowing

inside my heart.

Say, from which hidden canal,

water, you come to me,

new life spring

from which I never drank?


Last night while sleeping

I dreamed, blessed illusion!,

that I had a hive

inside my heart;

and the golden bees

were producing within it,

from bygone bitterness,

white wax and sweet honey.


Last night while sleeping

I dreamed, blessed illusion!,

that I was wearing a burning sun

inside my heart.

It was burning because it was giving

heat of warm home,

and it was sun because it was illuminating

and because it made cry.


Last night while sleeping

I dreamed, blessed ilusion!,

it was God what I had

inside my heart.




Last Night While I Was Sleeping


Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed, blessed illusion!

that a fountain flowed

inside my heart.

Say: through which hidden ditch,

water, you come to me,

spring of new life

where I never drank?


Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed, blessed illusion!

that I had a hive

inside my heart;

and the golden bees

were manufacturing in it,

with the old bitterness,

white wax and sweet honey.


Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed, blessed illusion!

that a burning sun shone

inside my heart.

It was hot because it gave

heats of red home,

and it was sun because it lit up

and because it made them cry.


Last night when I was sleeping

I dreamed, blessed illusion!

that it was God who I had

inside my heart.


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