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 –
    she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    the nectar of my pomegranates.

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