A margamente llora en la noche y las lágrimas corren por sus mejillas. Entre todos sus amantes no hay ninguno que la consuele; todos sus amigos le faltaron, se le volvieron enemigos.
She 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.
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