T he mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
تُطلِقُ وُرُودُ الوُدِّ رائِحَتَها الذَكِيَّةَ، وَكُلُّ أنواعِ أطايِبِ الثِّمارِ القَدِيمَةِ وَالجَدِيدَةِ فَوقَ أبوابِنا، حَفِظتُ هَذِهِ كُلَّها لَكَ يا حَبِيبِي.
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