“ 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, 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!”
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