Poem : The life is a dream

From the :La vida  es sueño

 

The life is a dream

The King who is king dreams and lives
with this deception sending,
arranging and governing;
and this applause, which receives
borrowed, in the wind writes,
and in ashes it turns
death, misfortune!
What is there who tries to reign,
seeing that he has to wake up
in the dream of death?

The rich man dreams of his wealth,
What more care does he offer?
the poor man who suffers dreams
their misery and poverty;
dreams the one that begins to grow,
The one who tries and pretends, dreams
He dreams the one who offended and offended,
and in the world, in conclusion,
everyone dreams what they are,
although none understands it.

I dream that I am here
of these loaded prisons,
and I dreamed that in another state
more flattering I saw myself.
What is life? A frenzy
what is life? An illusion,
a shadow, a fiction,
and the greatest good is small:
that all life is a dream,
and the dreams, dreams are.

Author of the poem: Pedro Calderón de la Barca

With affection,
Ruben