RIMA LXVIII

              I do not know what
            I dreamed last night;
the dream must have been unhappy,
because I still felt sad when I awoke.

              As I sat up I noticed
            my damp pillow,
and when I saw it for the first time
my soul felt a bitter-sweet pleasure.

              It is too bad when
            a dream makes us weep;
but this sadness makes me happy.
I know that I still have some tears!