A ntes que refresque o dia, e fujam as sombras, volta, amado meu, e faze-te semelhante ao gamo ou ao filho dos veados sobre os montes de Beter.
Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
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