Awake, O north [wind,] And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, [That] its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits. THE BELOVED
Iratzar, ipar-haize! Hator, hegohaize! Zabaldu airean nire baratzeko lurrinak. Eta zu, ene maitea, sar zeure baratzean, jan bertako fruitu zoragarriak.