D o 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)
No miréis en que soy morena, Porque el sol me miró. Los hijos de mi madre se airaron contra mí, Hiciéronme guarda de viñas; Y mi viña, que era mía, no guardé.
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