Por sus ojos color cielo y sus dones de bondad la llamaban “Virgencita“ en el barrio Monserrat. Todos, todos la querían y no hubo payador que no cantara por ella en el barrio del tambor. Disputaban su cariño, todos querían su honor pero la Virgen del barrio soñaba con otro amor.
Cuántas veces a sus rejas perfumadas de jazmín llegaron las serenatas de uno y otro confín. Marchitaron los jazmines, ya no se oye la canción en esas noches de luna junto al pie de su balcón. En todo el barrio se sabe que la flor de Monserrat ha entregado sus amores a un Convento de Piedad. ----------------------------------------------------
Flower of Montserrat
Because of her sky-coloured eyes and her gift for kindness she was called “Little Virgin“ in the Monserrat neighbourhood. Everyone loved her and there was no payador who didn’t break into song for her in the Neighbourhood of the Drum[A 1]. They would fight over her affections, they all seeked to own her virtue but the neighbourhood’s Virgin dreamt of a different love.
How many times did serenades from all directions arrive at the bars of her jasmine-scented gate... The jasmines wilted, the song is no longer heard in those moonlit nights by her balcony. It is known in the whole neighbourhood that the Flower of Monserrat has devoted her love to a Convent of Mercy.