How beautiful you are, my love; Your eyes are gentle behind the veil. Your hair falls down like goats along the mountain; Your smile is ordered, bright and whole. Your lips are scarlet, and your speech is lovely; Your neck stands strong like David's tower. Two young fawns are resting among lilies; Every part of you is fair. You are altogether beautiful, my love; There is no stain within my sight. Come away from Lebanon and danger; You have captured all my heart. Your love is better than the finest wine, Your fragrance sweeter than the richest spice. Honey and milk are resting on your tongue; Your garments carry Lebanon. You are a garden enclosed and guarded, A spring made pure, a fountain sealed, An orchard filled with fruit and perfume, With saffron, cinnamon, myrrh, and living streams. Awake, north wind; come, south wind; Breathe across the garden and release its fragrance. Let my beloved enter what is his And taste the fruit that love has brought to fullness.