1 You are beautiful, my darling,
beautiful beyond words.
Your eyes are like doves
behind your veil.
Your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
recently shorn and freshly washed.
Your smile is flawless,
each tooth matched with its twin.a
your mouth is inviting.
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
behind your veil.
jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.
twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
and the night shadows flee,
I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.
beautiful in every way.
come with me from Lebanon.
Come downb from Mount Amana,
from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,
where the lions have their dens
and leopards live among the hills.
my treasure,c my bride.
You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,
with a single jewel of your necklace.
my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
your perfume more fragrant than spices.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
like the cedars of Lebanon.
a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
with rare spices —
henna with nard,
fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
and every other lovely spice.
a well of fresh water
streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
Young Woman
Rise up, south wind!
Blow on my garden
and spread its fragrance all around.
Come into your garden, my love;
taste its finest fruits.