O my dove, in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
يَمامَتِي مُختَبِئَةٌ فِي شُقُوقِ المُنحَدَرِ الصَّخرِيِّ، فِي حِمَى الجَبَلِ المُرتَفِعِ. أرِينِي مَلامِحَ وَجهِكِ. وَأسمِعِينِي صَوتَكِ، لأنَّ صَوتَكِ عَذبٌ وَجَمالَكِ بَدِيعٌ. هِيَ تَقُولُ للفَتَيات:
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