Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt-marvellous error!
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt-marvellous error!
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey from
my old failures.
Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt-marvellous error!
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night, as I was sleeping
I dreamt-marvellous error!-
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.
—-Antonio Machado
