Cantares 4

Levez-vous aquilons ; venez autans ! Soufflez sur mon jardin, et que ses baumiers exsudent ! Que mon bien-aimé entre dans son jardin, et qu'il mange de ses beaux fruits !

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.