Cantares 6

Il mio amico è disceso nel suo orto, All'aie degli aromati, Per pasturar la sua greggia negli orti, E per coglier gigli.

Mi amado descendió á su huerto, á las eras de los aromas, para apacentar en los huertos, y para coger los lirios.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.