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Awake, 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!
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I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink,
Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!