Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

W I have taken off my clothing.
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?

W My love is fit and strong,
notable among ten thousand.

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

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess!
The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,
the handiwork of a master.