W ithhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst. But thou saidst, There is no hope; no, for I love strangers, and after them will I go.
»Guarda tus pies de andar descalzos y tu garganta de la sed. Mas dijiste: “No hay remedio en ninguna manera, porque a extraños he amado y tras ellos he de ir.”
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