“ 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.’
Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba, y pude escuchar la voz de mi amado: «Hermana y amiga mía; mi palomita inmaculada, ¡déjame entrar! Tengo la cabeza empapada de rocío; ¡escurre por mi pelo la lluvia de la noche!»
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