Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover
Vuka, moya wasentla, uze nawe wasezantsi: Phephezela emyezweni wam, buqukuqele ubulawu bawo. Mayingene intanda yam emyezweni wayo, Idle isiqhamo esimnandi kakhulu.