Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.

Εγερθητι, Βορρα· και ερχου, Νοτε· πνευσον εις τον κηπον μου· δια να εκχυθωσι τα αρωματα αυτου. Ας ελθη ο αγαπητος μου εις τον κηπον αυτου, και ας φαγη τους εξαιρετους καρπους αυτου.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.