S carcely had I passed by them, When I found the one I love. I held him and would not let him go, Until I had brought him to the house of my mother, And into the chamber of her who conceived me.
Apenas hube pasado de ellos un poco, Hallé luego al que ama mi alma; Lo agarré, y no lo solté, Hasta que lo introduje en casa de mi madre, En la alcoba de la que me dio a luz.
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