A wake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Levántate, Aquilón, y ven, Austro; Soplad en mi huerto, despréndanse sus aromas. Venga mi amado a su huerto, Y coma de su dulce fruta.
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