1. I have come to my garden, my sister, my spouse;I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;I have drunk my wine with my milk.Eat, O friends!Drink, yes, drink deeply,O beloved ones!
2. I sleep, but my heart is awake;It is the voice of my beloved!He knocks, saying,“Open for me, my sister, my love,My dove, my perfect one;For my head is covered with dew,My locks with the drops of the night.”
3. I have taken off my robe;How can I put it on again?I have washed my feet;How can I defile them?
4. My beloved put his handBy the latch of the door,And my heart yearned for him.