In a fertile field of superb Douro,
Sleeping on the grass, she rested,
When I saw that Fortune showed me
With joyful countenance her treasure.

On the one hand, a lot of silver and gold
With valuable stones the ground curved;
Here a scepter, there a throne stood,
Thousands of grass and laurel wreaths hung.

– The misadventure is over – he tells me then:
Of how many goods I show you, which one pleases you,
For I grant them with kindness, go, seek.

I chose, woke up, and saw nothing:
I settled down with me as soon as the adventure
It never goes beyond being dreamed.