De la más fragante Rosa nació la Abeja más bella, a quien el limpio rocío dio purísima materia.   Nace, pues, y apenas nace, cuando en la misma moneda, lo que en perlas recibió, empieza a pagar en perlas.  Que llore el Alba, no es mucho, que es costumbre en su belleza; mas ¿quién hay que no se admire de que el Sol lágrimas vierta?   Si es por fecundar la Rosa, es ociosa diligencia, pues no es menester rocío después de nacer la Abeja; y más, cuando en la clausura de su virginal pureza, ni antecedente haber pudo ni puede haber quien suceda. Pues a ¿qué fin es el llanto que dulcemente le riega? Quien no puede dar más Fruto, ¿qué importa que estéril sea?  Mas ¡ay! que la Abeja tiene tan íntima dependencia siempre con la Rosa, que depende su vida de ella; pues dándole el néctar puro que sus fragancias engendran, no sólo antes la concibe, pero después la alimenta.   Hijo y madre, en tan divinas peregrinas competencias, ninguno queda deudor y ambos obligados quedan. La Abeja paga el rocío de que la Rosa la engendra, y ella vuelve a retornarle con lo mismo que la alienta. Ayudando el uno al otro con mutua correspondencia, la Abeja a la Flor fecunda, y ella a la Abeja sustenta. Pues si por eso es el llanto, llore Jesús, norabuena, que lo que expende en rocío  cobrará después en néctar.

From the sweet-scented Rose is born the lovely Bee, to whom the bright dew gave its essence and purity. No sooner is he born than in the same currency what he received in pearls in pearls he starts to repay. If the Dawn weeps, that’s nothing, just its habit, being beautiful; but that the Sun sheds tears, don’t we all find it incredible? If it’s to water the Rose, that’s a tender care forlorn, for there’s no need of dew after the Bee is born; he is intact in his purity like a nun in a cloister:  he had no predecessor and can have no successor. Then what good is the weeping that gently plies him with water? He can bear no more Fruit and is barren, but does that matter? But oh! the Bee relies for his life on her, the Rose: his dependence is always so intimate and close: for by giving him pure nectar that her sweet scents deliver, she gives him life, conceives him, and feeds him too, thereafter. Mother and son, in such sacred and wondrous obligations, neither is left indebted and both of them are grateful. He pays her for the dew, the Bee whom the Rose conceives: and she gives him in return the same food she receives.   Giving aid to one another in mutual symmetry, the Bee enriches the Flower and the Flower sustains the bee.   If that is the cause of weeping, weep, Jesus, and best of luck! whatever you spend in dew, in nectar you’ll reap it back.

This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the farmer sowing the corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn. That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

Esta casita la hizo Conchita. Esta es la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Esta es la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Esta es la perra que pica la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Esta es la vaca con cuerna chafada que lanza la perra que pica la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Esta es la chica funesta lechera a la vaca con cuerna chafada que lanza la perra que pica la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Este es el hombre rasgado quien besa a la chica funesta lechera a la vaca con cuerna chafada que lanza la perra que pica la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Este es el cura rapado quien casa a aquel hombre rasgado quien besa a la chica funesta lechera a la vaca con cuerna chafada que lanza la perra que pica la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Este es el gallo que canta temprano, despierta a aquel cura rapado quien casa a aquel hombre rasgado quien besa a la chica funesta lechera a la vaca con cuerna chafada que lanza la perra que pica la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita. Hay un granjero quien siembra buen grano quien cuida aquel gallo que canta temprano, despierta a aquel cura rapado quien casa a aquel hombre rasgado quien besa a la chica funesta lechera a la vaca con cuerna chafada que lanza la perra que pica la gata que mata la atroz ratoncita que almuerza la malta surtida en la dicha casita que hizo Conchita.