Within grasses and iced hoarfrost,
Covered only with the huge mantle of the sky above,
my mother, exulting, brought me to life.

Still a little girl, I lived with goats and emulated their behavior;
When I grew up, I danced through towns and cities,
And many ladies reached to me their palms [asking me to read their future].



I foretold to them following the prediction,
Sometimes making them sorrowful, other times making them gay,
And I learned many secrets, some of disdain, others of love.


But one day, even a youth reached me his palm:
I never had seen a boy as handsome as he:
Oh! if only he could be the fortune-teller holding mine in his right hand, 
and reading the loving secrets of my heart!