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Do not stare at me because I am dark
    because the sun gazed at me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me.
They made me take care of the vineyards.
I could not take care of my own vineyard.

Escape to the Country

The Woman

You whom my soul loves, tell me
where you pasture your flock,
where you rest your sheep at noon.

Why should I be like a veiled woman
beside the flocks of your companions?

A Reply to the Woman

If you do not know, most beautiful of women,
go out and follow the tracks of the flock
and graze your young goats
    by the dwellings of the shepherds.

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