Cantares 4

Ven, viento del norte; despierta; ven, viento del sur, sopla sobre mi huerto y llévale a mi amado su dulce perfume. Que venga él a su huerto y coma su fruto más exquisito.

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.