Don Quixote — Chapter 119 in Spanish
By Miguel de Cervantes
Si muchos pensamientos fatigaban a don Quijote antes de ser derribado, muchos más le fatigaron después de caído. If a multitude of reflections used to harass Don Quixote before he had been overthrown, a great many more harassed him since his fall. A la sombra del árbol estaba, como se ha dicho, y allí, como moscas a la miel, le acudían y picaban pensamientos: unos iban al desencanto de Dulcinea y otros a la vida que había de hacer en su forzosa retirada. He was under the shade of a tree, as has been said, and there, like flies on honey, thoughts came crowding upon him and stinging him. Some of them turned upon the disenchantment of Dulcinea, others upon the life he was about to lead in his enforced retirement. Llegó Sancho y alabóle la liberal condición del lacayo Tosilos. Sancho came up and spoke in high praise of the generous disposition of the lacquey Tosilos.
¿Es posible, Sancho," dijo don Quijote, "que aún pienses que ese de allá es un verdadero lacayo? "Is it possible, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "that thou dost still think that he yonder is a real lacquey? Parece que se te ha ido de las mientes haber visto a Dulcinea convertida y transformada en labradora, y al Caballero de los Espejos en el bachiller Carrasco, obras todas de los encantadores que me persiguen. Apparently it has escaped thy memory that thou hast seen Dulcinea turned and transformed into a peasant wench, and the Knight of the Mirrors into the bachelor Carrasco; all the work of the enchanters that persecute me. Pero dime agora: ¿preguntaste a ese Tosilos que dices qué ha hecho Dios de Altisidora: si ha llorado mi ausencia, o si ha dejado ya en las manos del olvido los enamorados pensamientos que en mi presencia la fatigaban? But tell me now, didst thou ask this Tosilos, as thou callest him, what has become of Altisidora, did she weep over my absence, or has she already consigned to oblivion the love thoughts that used to afflict her when I was present?"
— No eran —respondió Sancho— los que yo tenía tales que me diesen lugar a preguntar boberías. "The thoughts that I had," said Sancho, "were not such as to leave time for asking fool's questions. ¡Cuerpo de mí!, señor, ¿está vuestra merced ahora en términos de inquirir pensamientos ajenos, especialmente amorosos? Body o' me, senor! is your worship in a condition now to inquire into other people's thoughts, above all love thoughts?"
— Mira, Sancho —dijo don Quijote—, mucha diferencia hay de las obras que se hacen por amor a las que se hacen por agradecimiento. "Look ye, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "there is a great difference between what is done out of love and what is done out of gratitude. Bien puede ser que un caballero sea desamorado, pero no puede ser, hablando en todo rigor, que sea desagradecido. A knight may very possibly be proof against love; but it is impossible, strictly speaking, for him to be ungrateful. Quísome bien, al parecer, Altisidora; diome los tres tocadores que sabes, lloró en mi partida, maldíjome, vituperóme, quejóse, a despecho de la vergüenza, públicamente: señales todas de que me adoraba, que las iras de los amantes suelen parar en maldiciones. Altisidora, to all appearance, loved me truly; she gave me the three kerchiefs thou knowest of; she wept at my departure, she cursed me, she abused me, casting shame to the winds she bewailed herself in public; all signs that she adored me; for the wrath of lovers always ends in curses. Yo no tuve esperanzas que darle, ni tesoros que ofrecerle, porque las mías las tengo entregadas a Dulcinea, y los tesoros de los caballeros andantes son, como los de los duendes, aparentes y falsos, y sólo puedo darle estos acuerdos que della tengo, sin perjuicio, pero, de los que tengo de Dulcinea, a quien tú agravias con la remisión que tienes en azotarte y en castigar esas carnes, que vea yo comidas de lobos, que quieren guardarse antes para los gusanos que para el remedio de aquella pobre señora. I had no hopes to give her, nor treasures to offer her, for mine are given to Dulcinea, and the treasures of knights-errant are like those of the fairies,' illusory and deceptive; all I can give her is the place in my memory I keep for her, without prejudice, however, to that which I hold devoted to Dulcinea, whom thou art wronging by thy remissness in whipping thyself and scourging that flesh--would that I saw it eaten by wolves--which would rather keep itself for the worms than for the relief of that poor lady."