Today, the clouds brought me,
In flight, the map of Spain.
How small over the river,
How vast over the meadow
The shadow that it cast!

It was full of horses
The shadow that it cast.
I on horseback, for its shade,
Sought my village and my home.

I went into the yard that once
Was a fount of water.
Though it was not a fount
The fount sounded forever.
And water that did not flow
Returned to grant me water.