Cantares 7

Levons-nous dès l'aurore pour aller aux vignes ; voyons si le raisin est en fleur, si les grains sont en fleur, si les grenades fleurissent : c'est là que je te donnerai mes mamelles.

Las mandrágoras han dado olor, y á nuestras puertas hay toda suerte de dulces frutas, nuevas y añejas, que para ti, oh amado mío, he guardado.

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.