L evántate, Aquilón, y ven, Austro; sopla sobre mi huerto, despréndanse sus aromas. Venga mi amado a su huerto, y coma de su dulce fruta.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
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