A wake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
Lèvati, aquilone, e vieni, austro, soffia sul mio giardino, e i suoi aromi si effondano! Entri il mio diletto nel suo giardino e ne mangi i frutti squisiti!
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