Come
then, my beloved,
my
lovely one, come.
For
see, winter is past,
the
rains are over and gone.
Flowers
are appearing on the earth.
The
season of glad songs has come.
The
cooing of the turtledove
is
heard in our land.
The
fig tree is forming its first figs
and
the blossoming vines give out
their
fragrance.
Come
then, my beloved,
my
lovely one, come.
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