D icen a sus madres: ¿Dónde hay grano y vino?, mientras desfallecen como heridos en las plazas de la ciudad, mientras exhalan su espíritu en el regazo de sus madres.
To their mothers they say, `Where corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.
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