Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed [your flock,] Where you make [it] rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself By the flocks of your companions? THE BELOVED
Esadazu, ene bihotzeko kuttuna, non duzun larratzen artaldea, non abaroan uzten eguerdian. Ez nadin isil-gorderik ibil, zure lagunen artaldeen atzetik.