Oh, you are beautiful, my love!

Oh, you are beautiful, my love! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves. Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved; Indeed, pleasant! Indeed, our couch is green.

Rise up, my love, my beauty, And come away for now; The winter is past; the rain is over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come.

His left hand is under my head, And His right hand embraces me. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, Not to rouse up or awaken my love Until she pleases.