S mochinii dau primele roade şi florile viilor îşi răspândesc parfumul. Ridică-te şi vino, iubita mea, vino cu mine, frumoasa mea!
The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
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