A wake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Levanta-te, vento norte, e vem tu, vento sul; assopra no meu jardim, espalha os seus aromas. Entre o meu amado no seu jardim, e coma os seus frutos excelentes!
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