“ I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My love was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet from the water on the grass in the early morning. My hair is wet from the night.’
أنا نائِمَةٌ لَكِنَّ قَلبِي مُستَيقِظٌ. فَسَمَعتُ صَوتاً! كانَ حَبِيبِي يَقرَعُ وَيَقُولُ: «افتَحِي لِيَ البابَ، يا عَزِيزَتِي وَيا رَفِيقَتِي، يا يَمامَتِي الَّتِي لا يَنقُصُكِ شَيءٌ. فَرَأسِي مَنقُوعٌ فِي النَّدَى، وَشَعرِي مُبَلَّلٌ بِرَذاذِ اللَّيلِ.»
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