“ Despierta, viento del norte, Y ven, viento del sur; Hagan que mi huerto exhale fragancia, Que se esparzan sus aromas. Entre mi amado en su huerto Y coma sus mejores frutas.”
Awake, 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 precious fruits.
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