BY FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
Ay, gypsy Petenera!
Ay alas Petenera!
Your grave did not hold
good little girls.
Girls who give the dead Christ
locks of their hair,
and wear white mantillas
at the fairs.
Your grave fled from unhappy
people.
People with their hearts
in their heads,
who followed you weeping
through the narrow streets.
Ay, gypsy Petenera!
Ay alas Petenera!