T he fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Il fico mette fuori i suoi fichi acerbi, e le viti in fiore diffondono una soave fragranza. Alzati, amica mia, mia bella, e vieni.
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