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!
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.
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.