We left Don Quixote wrapped up in the reflections which the music of the enamourned maid Altisidora had given rise to. He went to bed with them, and just like fleas they would not let him sleep or get a moment's rest, and the broken stitches of his stockings helped them.
Dejamos al gran don Quijote envuelto en los pensamientos que le habían causado la música de la enamorada doncella Altisidora.