“ I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its fruit stalks.’ Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,
Yo dije: Subiré a la palmera, Asiré sus ramas. Deja que tus pechos sean como racimos de vid, Y el olor de tu boca como de manzanas,
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