N o se fijen en que soy morena, Porque el sol me ha quemado. Los hijos de mi madre se enojaron conmigo; Me pusieron a guardar las viñas, Pero mi propia viña no guardé.
Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards, But my own vineyard I have not kept. (To Her Beloved)
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