T he fig tree puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away!
Smochinii dau primele roade şi florile viilor îşi răspândesc parfumul. Ridică-te şi vino, iubita mea, vino cu mine, frumoasa mea!
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