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Beautiful mistress mine,
upon whose snow at dawn
the rose is forming
on fields of mother of pearl.
Pure and lovely lily,
who amid coral protects itself
from the pure crystals
that the…
On the Lord’s hills, white with lustrous light,
Far from rich palaces reeking of wine,
Drunk on the night and sidereal sadness,
The King dreams in self-imposed exile.
Below, mid the wheat, the…
Please listen to my words,
Wise, honest, and beautiful women
For my riddle is complete:
Against your faithful crew [of women]
Old men
Raise your shame to the stars
While I protect you,
Defend you…
My Astarte, won’t you tell me: from where
Did you come to us in this valley? Was it in the hand of a merchant (Canaanite) of Sidon
From [the] city stronghold of the sea, through waves of agate…