Cantares 7

Dès le matin nous irons aux vignes, Nous verrons si la vigne pousse, si la fleur s’ouvre, Si les grenadiers fleurissent. Là je te donnerai mon amour.

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.