Don Quixote — Chapter 37 in Spanish
By Miguel de Cervantes
Todo esto escuchaba Sancho, no con poco dolor de su ánima, viendo que se le desparecían e iban en humo las esperanzas de su ditado, y que la linda princesa Micomicona se le había vuelto en Dorotea, y el gigante en don Fernando, y su amo se estaba durmiendo a sueño suelto, bien descuidado de todo lo sucedido. To all this Sancho listened with no little sorrow at heart to see how his hopes of dignity were fading away and vanishing in smoke, and how the fair Princess Micomicona had turned into Dorothea, and the giant into Don Fernando, while his master was sleeping tranquilly, totally unconscious of all that had come to pass. No se podía asegurar Dorotea si era soñado el bien que poseía. Cardenio estaba en el mismo pensamiento, y el de Luscinda corría por la misma cuenta. Dorothea was unable to persuade herself that her present happiness was not all a dream; Cardenio was in a similar state of mind, and Luscinda's thoughts ran in the same direction. Don Fernando daba gracias al cielo por la merced recebida y haberle sacado de aquel intricado laberinto, donde se hallaba tan a pique de perder el crédito y el alma; y, finalmente, cuantos en la venta estaban, estaban contentos y gozosos del buen suceso que habían tenido tan trabados y desesperados negocios. Don Fernando gave thanks to Heaven for the favour shown to him and for having been rescued from the intricate labyrinth in which he had been brought so near the destruction of his good name and of his soul; and in short everybody in the inn was full of contentment and satisfaction at the happy issue of such a complicated and hopeless business. Todo lo ponía en su punto el cura, como discreto, y a cada uno daba el parabién del bien alcanzado; pero quien más jubilaba y se contentaba era la ventera, por la promesa que Cardenio y el cura le habían hecho de pagalle todos los daños e intereses que por cuenta de don Quijote le hubiesen venido. The curate as a sensible man made sound reflections upon the whole affair, and congratulated each upon his good fortune; but the one that was in the highest spirits and good humour was the landlady, because of the promise Cardenio and the curate had given her to pay for all the losses and damage she had sustained through Don Quixote's means. Sólo Sancho, como ya se ha dicho, era el afligido, el desventurado y el triste; y así, con malencónico semblante, entró a su amo, el cual acababa de despertar, a quien dijo: Sancho, as has been already said, was the only one who was distressed, unhappy, and dejected; and so with a long face he went in to his master, who had just awoke, and said to him:
— Bien puede vuestra merced, señor Triste Figura, dormir todo lo que quisiere, sin cuidado de matar a ningún gigante, ni de volver a la princesa su reino: que ya todo está hecho y concluido. "Sir Rueful Countenance, your worship may as well sleep on as much as you like, without troubling yourself about killing any giant or restoring her kingdom to the princess; for that is all over and settled now."
— Eso creo yo bien —respondió don Quijote—, porque he tenido con el gigante la más descomunal y desaforada batalla que pienso tener en todos los días de mi vida; y de un revés, ¡zas!, le derribé la cabeza en el suelo, y fue tanta la sangre que le salió, que los arroyos corrían por la tierra como si fueran de agua. "I should think it was," replied Don Quixote, "for I have had the most prodigious and stupendous battle with the giant that I ever remember having had all the days of my life; and with one back-stroke-swish!--I brought his head tumbling to the ground, and so much blood gushed forth from him that it ran in rivulets over the earth like water."
— Como si fueran de vino tinto, pudiera vuestra merced decir mejor — respondió Sancho—, porque quiero que sepa vuestra merced, si es que no lo sabe, que el gigante muerto es un cuero horadado, y la sangre, seis arrobas de vino tinto que encerraba en su vientre; y la cabeza cortada es la puta que me parió, y llévelo todo Satanás. "Like red wine, your worship had better say," replied Sancho; "for I would have you know, if you don't know it, that the dead giant is a hacked wine-skin, and the blood four-and-twenty gallons of red wine that it had in its belly, and the cut-off head is the bitch that bore me; and the devil take it all."