Ladino (Judeo-Spanish):
Alta, alta va la luna,
La hora de amanicer,
Hija hermoza sin ventura,
Nunca llegue a nacer.
Yo era de quince años,
Empecía hazer l'amor,
Con un mancevo berbante,
Que a la fin el me dexó.
Yo era de vanda alta,
No savía de servir,
Por caye con ti, berbante,
Vene agora a sofrir.
Del amor yo non savía,
Tu mi embizatis a mi,
De el dió lo topes mancevo,
Por lo que hizitis con mi.
English translation:
High, high goes the moon
When the day dawns
A pretty girl without luck
She’d better not be born.
I was 15 years old
When I began to know love,
With a scoundrel of a man,
Who in the end deserted me.
I was from a high-born family
I didn’t know how to serve
Because I fell in love with you, scoundrel, I suffer now.
I didn’t know about love
You taught me about it
May god punish you
For what you did to me.
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