Yo la encontré por mi destino,
de pie a mitad de la pradera,
gobernadora del que pase,
del que le hable y que la vea.
I met her,
not by chance,
standing in the middle of the meadow,
governing all who passed,
all who addressed her.
She said to me:
"Climb the mountain -
I never leave the meadow.
Cut me flowers white
as snow,
crisp and tender."
I climbed the mountain
and searched where flowers whiten
among the rocks,
half sleeping, half waking.
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