La Luna Y El Toro

The moon is combing her hair in the river's mirrors.
And a bull is watching her hidden among the rockrose.
When the joyful morning arrives
and the moon escapes from the river,
the little bull goes into the water
charging when he sees she's gone.
That bull in love with the moon
who leaves the herd at night,
is painted with poppies and olives
and the overseer named him Bellringer.
The pilgrims of the mountains kiss his forehead
the stars of the skies bathe him in silver,
and the brave bull, of valiant lineage,
his legs look like colorful fans.
And the dew of the flowers bathes his face.
The moon came tonight wearing a long-tailed coat
and the bull is waiting for her among the rockrose and the shadow
on the face of the river water where the moon dreams
the jealous little bull watches over her like a sentinel.