Stir, O North-wind,
Come, O South-wind!
Breathe on my garden.
Let its spices flow.
Let my love enter his garden.
Let him eat its delectable fruits.
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Book IV: verse 16 Stir, O North-wind, Come, O South-wind! Breathe on my garden. Let its spices flow. Let my love enter his garden. Let him eat its delectable fruits. |
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