Cantares 4

¡Despierta, viento del norte! ¡Ven, viento del sur! Soplen en mi jardín para que se esparza su fragancia. ¡Que entre mi amado en su jardín y disfrute de sus frutos exquisitos!

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.