H ow fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
ما أبدَعَ حُبَّكِ، يا عَزِيزَتِي، يا عَرُوسِي! حُبُّكِ ألَذُّ مِنَ النَّبِيذِ، وَرائِحَةُ زُيُوتِكِ الفَوّاحَةُ أحلَى مِنْ كُلِّ عِطرٍ.
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