Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth through the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.

Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:

The Lover to His Beloved: O you who stay in the gardens, my companions are listening attentively for your voice; let me be the one to hear it!

Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.