My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden—
a locked garden and a sealed spring.

You are a garden spring,
a well of flowing water
streaming from Lebanon.

W Awaken, north wind—
come, south wind.
Blow on my garden,
and spread the fragrance of its spices.
Let my love come to his garden
and eat its choicest fruits.

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M I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.
I gather my myrrh with my spices.
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.

N Eat, friends!
Drink, be intoxicated with love!

W My love has gone down to his garden,
to beds of spice,
to feed in the gardens
and gather lilies.