The Lover to His Beloved: O you who stay in the gardens, my companions are listening attentively 1 for your voice; let me be the one to 2 hear it! 3
The Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, 1 in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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