¡ Levántate, Aquilón, y ven, Austro! ¡Soplad, y mi jardín desprenda sus aromas! ¡Venga mi amado a su jardín y coma de sus dulces frutos!
Oh, I pray that the north wind and the south wind may blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.
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