The gypsy girl

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!