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

I opened myself to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone; my heart sank when he turned away. I sought him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.

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.