Cantares 4

Despierta, viento del norte; ven viento del sur; sopla en mi jardín para que mis especias puedan ofrecer su aroma. Que mi amado venga a su jardín y coma algo de sus frutos escogidos.

Levántate, Aquilón, y ven, Austro: sopla mi huerto, despréndanse sus aromas. Venga mi amado á su huerto, y coma de su dulce fruta.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.