Who is that, rising from the desert?
She is my beloved, my sweet daughter of Rujamesel
whose fingers are soft as myrrh
whose hair is scented as frankincense
Let us rejoice in our love, beloved!
Our love is sweeter than wine
our kisses are sweeter than the fruit of spring
My love, fairest among men!
Thine eyes are as the eyes of the hart
who walketh among the lilies
Thy hair is as sheaves of wheat
that hang golden in the sun
My beloved, fairest among women!
Thy love is like hills of spices
like clusters of grapes in the vineyard
Thy lips are as an open pomegranate
ripe and full of secrets
It is spring, my love, the rain has gone
the lilies have opened upon the earth
the almond sends forth her flowers
and the desert roses bloom
Let us rejoice in our love, beloved!
Let us be love-sick, my love!