нарещи́ лѣ́то Госпóдне прiя́тно и дéнь воздая́нiя, утѣ́шити вся́ плáчущыя (Ис. 61:2)
Music and photography of roses by Agni Agnellius
All thy garments smell of aloes, and cassia
All thy garments smell of aloes, and myrrh
Rise, the wind, from the north and blow to my garden,
Come, the wind, from the south, and spread your aroma
Let my Love enter the canopy of the garden
Let my Love come and enjoy the fruits of me
Have a jolly, young virgin, and enter my chamber
Shine brighter than the Moon triumph over the Darkness.
I like hearing your sincere voice over Me
I feel miserable in the eternity and kiss your ring
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