My love calls to me: Arise, my darling.

Come away, my beautiful one. For now the winter is past;

the rain has ended and gone away.

The blossoms appear in the countryside. 

​The time of singing has come, 

and the turtledove's cooing is heard  in our land. 

The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.

Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one.

​Song of Songs 2:10~13  

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