Captive

It rests on embroidered pillows,
Slightly agitated by a flashing beam.
What is it about? Thinking about what?
Are they new dresses? About new toys?

Shalunia-captive languished all day long
In the rooms of the gloomy prison Escurial.
From the oppression of the magnificent, from the strict chant
She takes her shadow to heaven.

Do not lie in the books pale vignettes:
A heavy canopy opens,
And the laughing ringing mandolin is heard,
And castanets sigh about love.

Bending his knee, waiting for the curly page
Her, heiress, charming smile.
The alleys are gloomy, the pools are lapping fish
And a silver, heavy carriage is waiting.

But ... all the dreams! There will be a moment of reckoning;
From the evil tear of the eyelash the silk will quiver,
And already in the morning about royal debt
The severe abbots will begin to reiterate.

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.