When we were still bound
To one of his friends whom he asked to send aromatic wood, which he promised to do.
When we were still bound, joined and linked in each other’s company
Did I ever once ask you for perfumes or myrrh or aromatic wood to burn incense?
[No,] for the words of thy mouth were like pure and pungent potions in my nostrils
And the scent of thy pleasant…
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