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¡Quién te diera ser mi hermano,
criado a los pechos de mi madre!
Si te encontrara en la calle,
incluso podría besarte
sin temor a los reproches.
Te llevaría y te entraría
a la casa de mi madre,
donde tú me enseñarías
y yo te serviría el vino oloroso
y mi licor de granadas.
En su izquierda reposa mi cabeza,
con su derecha me abraza.

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If only you were to me like a brother,
    who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
    I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.
I would lead you
    and bring you to my mother’s house(A)
    she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    the nectar of my pomegranates.
His left arm is under my head
    and his right arm embraces me.(B)

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