Do not gaze at me because I am black, because the sun has stared [at] me. The sons of my mother were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, [but] my own "vineyard" I did not keep.

For look! The winter is over; {the rainy season} {has turned and gone away}.

The blossoms {appear} {in the land}; {the time of singing has arrived}; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned that we may seek him with you?

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.

Let us rise early [to go] to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, [whether] the grape blossom has opened, and [whether] the pomegranates {are in bloom}; there I will give my love to you.