F ire has spread from its largest branch and has destroyed its young branches and its fruit. No strong branch is left on it to be made into a stick for a ruler.’ This is a song of sorrow, and is to be used as a death song.”
De su rama ha salido fuego, Que ha consumido sus pámpanos y su fruto, Y no queda en ella rama fuerte, Para cetro de gobernante.’” Esta es una elegía, y de elegía servirá.
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