El Encuentro

(Cueca)

Heading to Jáchal
Riding a donkey heel and heel
I found myself a lady
His soul alone in the canyon

Right there in the shade
From the jarilla in the sand
She appeared plump
Like a queen of that jarillal

The one who left her alone
You have nothing to complain about me
I do not despise the one who invites me
And the ladies are treated
I'm from Jáchal, lady
She must walk very lightly with me

I caress his neck
Her cute body trembling slightly
And in a thirsty rush
Looking at the sky I kissed her mouth

I will tell him that the lady
From that meeting in the canyon
It was a demijohn
With ten liters of good semillon

When I go and when I come back
From Jáchal to San Juan
I entertain myself with my donkey
Always with the same desire
Of finding a well-filled barrel
Of good wine from old San Juan