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Madre, todas las noches junto a mis rejas Canta un joven llorando indiferencia: "Quiéreme, niña, y al pie de los altares séras bendita. Quiéreme, niña, y al pie de los altares séras bendita." Esta dulce tonada tal poder tiene Que me pone al oirla triste y alegre; Di por qué causa entristecen y alegran estas tonadas. Di por qué causa entristecen y alegran estas tonadas. "Hija, lo que las niñas como tú sienten Cuando junto a sus rejas a cantar vienen Es el preludio del poema más Grande que hay en el mundo. "Tornada en Santa Madre la Virgen pura Tristezas y alegrías en ella turnan, Y este poema es, niña, el que ha empezado junto a tus rejas. Y este poema es, niña, el que ha empezado junto a tus rejas."
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Mother, every night outside my window lattice, a youth sings sadly of my coolness: “Love me, maiden, and you shall be blessed before the altar. Love me, maiden, and you shall be blessed before the altar.” This sweet tune has such power That hearing it can move me to heartache and to gladness; Tell me how these songs can impart both sadness and joy. Tell me how these songs can impart both sadness and joy. “Daughter, what girls like you feel When such songs waft through their windows Is prelude to the greatest Poem in the world. “Transforming a pure Virgin into the Holy Mother, Sorrows and joys alternating within her, And this poem is, daughter, what has begun outside your window lattice. And this poem is, daughter, what has begun outside your window lattice.”
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This text was added to the website: 2016-05-05
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