Cantares 5

Le sue gote son come un’aia d’aromi, come aiuole di fiori odorosi; le sue labbra son gigli, e stillano mirra liquida.

Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores: sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.