El sueño profetico
El rey de Francia
tres hijas tenia,
la una lavava,
la otra cuzia,
la mas chiquitica
su bastidor tenia.
Lavrando, lavrando
eshueqo le venia.
La madre con ravia,
harvar la quieria.
No me harvex, madre,
ni me aharvariax
eshueqo ma soniado,
de bien y alegria.
Me apari al pogio,
vide un pilar de oro
con tres paxaricos
picando el oro;
me apari al baqo,
vide un mansanario
con un bulbulico
picando al mansanario,
detras de la puerta,al derredor de ella,
sus doge estrellas.
El pilar de oro
es el rey tu novio,
y los tres paxaricos
son tus entenadicos;
y el mansanario
el rey tu cuqado,
y el bulbulico
hijo de tu cuqado;
y la luna entera
la reina tu eshuegra;
y las doge estrellas
sean tus donzellas.
Estas palavras diziendo,
coches a la puerta.
Ya me la llevaron,
a tierras ajenas.
A los nueve mezes,
parir quieria.
Levantex, conde, que la luz
del dia parir quieria.
Llamalda a mi madre
que me apiade.
Tomo giarros del roza en su mano,
y bogosde enfaxadura.
En medio del camino
miswa quieria llevar.
Que es esto, mi conde?
Vuestra hija verdadere
se torno a caza
triste y bien amarga.
vide la luna entera,
| The King of France
had three daughters,
one did handwork
the other sewed,
and the youngest
did her embroidery.
Toiling at her work,
a dream came to her.
The mother, enraged
and upset, questioned her.
"Don't be upset, mother,
and don't upset me.
I dreamed a strange dream,
but good and happy.
A balcony appeared on which
I beheld a pillar of gold
with three little song-birds
pecking at the gold;
while bathing
I beheld an apple tree
with a nightingale
pecking at the apple;
behind the door,
I beheld the ful1 moon
and around it
there were twelve stars."
"The pillar of gold
is the king your bridegroom,
and the three sparrows
are your attendants;
the apple tree
is the king your brother-in-law
and the nightingale
is the son of your brother-in-law;
the full moon
is the queen your mother-in-law
and the twelve stars
are your maidens."
While saying all this,
carriages came to the gate.
"They are taking me away
to another country.
In nine months
I would like to have a baby."
"Arise, count, I would like
to give birth in daylight.
Call my mother
for her blessing."
He picked up the reddened jars
and swaddling cloths [?].
In the middle of the road,
he'd like to observe the Command-ment[?l.
"What is that, my count?"
"Your true daughter."
She returned home
sad and very bitter.
| Clip Location: El Suenyo Profetico (El Rey de Francia tres hijas tenia) |
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