I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved
He entrado en mi huerto, hermana mía, esposa mía; he recogido mi mirra con mi bálsamo. He comido mi panal y mi miel; he bebido mi vino y mi leche. Comed, amigos; bebed y embriagaos, oh amados. El tormento de la separación LA ESPOSA:
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