Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

I am the same that waked thee up among the apple trees, where thy mother bare thee, where thy mother brought thee in to the world.

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me hear thy voice, that my companions may hearken to the same.