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*Girl.* Drive your plow, drive it on! Beneath your plow is brushwood. However much folly you commit, the one who takes you [in marriage] is a dolt. *Boy.* I shall plow below your house, I shall cast stones at the wicked crow. Let them give me my beloved, and I will cast aside my folly. *Girl.* The water goes along its way, that which it waters is a rose petal. The brave lad who loves me is [like] a fortress amidst a thousand. *Boy.* You have sprouted in the midst of the orchard, in the midst of the sweet-melon patch. Day and night in [my] mind, you are [the subject] in my song. *Girl.* Recite a verse like an *ashugh*, sing a song like a nightingale. However much you praise [me], I am worthy of it, O praised son-in-law of my mother!