As for my loved, he is white and red colored, a singular person among many thousands;

There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count,

Thy neck as a tower of ivory; thine eyes pools in Heshbon, by the gate of the daughter of many: thy nose as the tower of Lebanon viewing the face of Damascus.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.