The flower of Ilolay
It was an old woman
that in the eyes she had a bad
the poor person didn't cease
of crying.
A doctor told him:
I could you to cure
if your children bring me
a flower of the Ilolay.
And the poor old lady
didn't cease of crying,
because it was not anything easy
to find
that liru-liru flower,
Lirulay.
But the children that to their mother
they wanted it to which more,
they solved to leave far
to look for,
that wonderful flower
that to the blind men view she gives.
Bernardo
He goes rent the story, grandfather,
as vos you count it to me.
You have not said that the children
they were three!
DON JUAN
Good, they are already.
And the three, going together
they walked, until giving
with three paths, and they took
a path each one.
The little one that to their mother
he wanted more,
it was right for their path
without stopping,
asking to the travelers
for the flower of Ilolay.
And one night, tired
of to travel and to ask,
in the hole of some hardships
he went to bed to rest.
And he cried, and to the poor person
To the blind one he remembered
unceasingly.
And it happened that of those rocks
in the gloomy hollow,
when coming the midnight
their family advice,
it celebrated Satan.
And the devil
in horrible saraband
they began to dance.
The devils' men
the more devil
Charcoal fell the last one
of great flower in the buttonhole!
Charcoal! he screamed when seeing him
Furious, Satan,
petulant Charcoal,
remove that!
How do you come to my presence
with the flower of God fashion
that to the blind men view it gives?
It put the tail among the legs
and beginning to tremble,
Charcoal threw far
the decoration of their buttonhole.
And the little one picked up it,
and there he goes,
He runs, he runs that runs you,
that he runs you Satan!
the road retracing
without stopping,
and it won the crossroad
with the flower of Ilolai.
Their siblings awaited him,
and when looking him to return
with the flower that they were not able to
those very student minstrels to find,
they killed him, envious,
they killed him without pity!
they buried him there close
of the road, in a barren,
and they left to their mother
with the flower of the Ilolay.
And it cured the old woman
of their wrong,
and to the small one remembering
unceasingly,
she asked to her, two children:
Where my son, where is it...?
«We didn't see him», they answered
the perverse ones, «that maybe
misplaced with their bad ones
companies will walk».
And the days and the months
they spent, and to the home,
never, never the poor one
it returned more!
And once a sheeperd
that it went by the barren,
a cane of tubes
he saw when happening.
With the cane he made a flute,
and beginning to play,
he listened the sheeperd
of the notes to the compass,
that the cane sighed
with sepulchral lament:
«sheepperd, don't play me
neither you stop me to play:
my brothers have died me
for the flower of Ilolay»