S he weeps bitterly in the night, Her tears are on her cheeks; Among all her lovers She has none to comfort her. All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; They have become her enemies.
Sin cesar llora en la noche, y las lágrimas surcan sus mejillas. No tiene quien la consuele de entre todos sus amantes; Todos sus amigos le han traicionado, se le volvieron enemigos.
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