La luna cuenta los perros. Se equivoca y empieza de nuevo. --- The moon is counting dogs. She slips and starts over.

Dreamed pleasure is pleasure,
    albeit in a dream.

What we suppose of ourselves we become,
    If with a focused mind
    We persist in believing it.

So do not censure my way of thinking
About things, 
Beings,
And fate.

For myself I create as much as 
    I create for myself
Outside me, indifferent to what I think,
Fate is fulfilled.
But I fulfil myself
    Within the small ambit
    Of what is given to me as mine.