F ear me not, because I very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.
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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