Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.