I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
“Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba, ¡Una voz! ¡Mi amado toca a la puerta! ‘Abreme, hermana mía, amada mía, Paloma mía, perfecta mía, Pues mi cabeza está empapada de rocío, Mis cabellos empapados de la humedad de la noche.’
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