The diver, on whom the wave breaks, 
shouted to me from the depths of the roaring waves:
“In exchange for Maria do you want this pearl?” 
“Thank you, son! I have thirty-two: her teeth!”

Yesterday the night was embroidering its sails with suns, 
the king of the Gypsies, pointing to the heavens, said to me:
"I want her! Choose two stars,” 
I said: “I have the two most beautiful: Her eyes!”

She refused the brute, and the grass and the stone, 
the gatekeeper of heaven said to me: 
"It is my turn, take paradise!” 
I said to St. Pierre: "I have paradise, since I have love!" 

“You choose well, His heaven is hardly enviable,” 
said a lord to me, speaking in a gentle tone;
“Take hell instead!” I said, “Thank you, devil! 
I have hell too, because I am jealous!”