T he fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
شَجَرَةُ التِّينِ تُخْرِجُ ثِمارَها، وَالكُرُومُ تُزهِرُ وَتَنشُرُ شَذاها. قُومِي يا عَزِيزَتِي، يا رائِعَتِي، وَتَعالِي مَعِي.» هُوَ يَقُولُ:
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