Come, my friend, and friend of the luminaries
Come, my friend, and friend of the luminaries!
Come with me; let us pass the night in the villages,
For winter is past, and there is heard
In our land the hubbub of swallows and turtledoves.
We will take shelter in the shade of pomegranate, palm,
Apple trees and every splendid plant;
We will walk about in the shade of the vines,
And delight…
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