My beloved is mine
And I am his,
Who browses among the lilies.
When the day blows gently
And the shadows flee,
Set out, my beloved,
Swift as a gazelle
Or a young stag,
For the hills of spices!
- Chapter 2:16-17
This illumination is influenced by Picasso’s two lovers in the field.
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