E u dormia, mas o meu coração velava. Eis a voz do meu amado! Está batendo: Abre-me, minha irmã, amada minha, pomba minha, minha imaculada; porque a minha cabeça está cheia de orvalho, os meus cabelos das gotas da noite.
“ I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night.’
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