“ Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!”
Lèvati, aquilone, e vieni, austro, soffia sul mio giardino, e i suoi aromi si effondano! Entri il mio diletto nel suo giardino e ne mangi i frutti squisiti!
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