SOY MAGDALENA... Y HE PECADO

Me han maltratado

Me han herido

Por dar lo que me exigen

Me han perseguido.

Mis ropajes me han desgarrado

Tanto y aun mas

mi moribundo Corazon

y sin latidos.

Tengo ojos, tengo oidos;

Tengo manos y mis sentidos.

Mas mi boca no grita

Todo lo que he vivido;

De lo que hoy me acusan

Aquello que ayer me habian pedido.

Ellos que,

de dia me apedrearon,

Y de noche conmigo han dormido.

Represento a toda mujer

Que en el mundo se le ha juzgado;

Por prejuicios o por genero,

Por machismo o egoismo.

O por un vestir no aprobado

El sonido me ha sido callado

De mi voz mas no mi espiritud,

Que seguira luchando.

Aun contra la corriente,

Como junco en el rio;

Mas, quebrarse jamas!

Mientras Dios este conmigo.

SOY MAGDALENA Y HE PECADO

Y no me asusta ningun juicio

Solo de El, que me extendio su mano,

Y el cielo me ha prometido.

I’M MAGDALENA… AND I HAVE SINNED

I have been mistreated

I’ve been hurt

I have been persecuted

and my cloth has been torn.

Even more,

my dying heart

and without heartbeats

Survives the harm.

I have eyes, I have ears,

I have hands and I do feel;

but my mouth doesn’t shout

all I should heal.

For what I have been accused

It’s for I have been asked;

Them, who stoned before,

Then who slept with me, once.

I do represent every woman

That in the world has been judged;

by prejudice or by gender,

 selfishness or self-regard.

Even in the countercurrent

Like reed in the river;

It might fold

but, break it won’t.

I’m Magdalena… and I have sinned,

and I’m not afraid of any judgment

but Him, who extended his hand to me

And his heaven has been promised.