I am a flower of the open country, A lily growing low within the valley. Among the daughters I am one small blossom; Among the trees, my beloved stands alone. Under his shadow I have found my rest; His fruit is sweet upon my tongue. He brought me to the house of celebration, And love was lifted like a banner over me. Strengthen me with fruit, refresh me with sweetness; I am overcome by love. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, come away. The winter has ended, and the rain is gone. Flowers appear across the earth; The season of singing has returned. The dove is heard again within the land; Figs are ripening, and the vines give fragrance. Rise from the cleft and let me see your face; Your voice is lovely in the morning air. Catch the little foxes spoiling tender vines; Guard the love that has begun to bloom. My beloved is mine, and I am his; He moves among the lilies until daybreak.