1 My bride, my very own,I come to my gardenand enjoy its spices.I eat my honeycomb and honey;I drink my wine and milk.Eat and drink untilyou are drunk with love.
2 I was asleep, but dreaming:the one I love was at the door,knocking and saying,“My darling, my very own,my flawless dove,open the door for me!My head is drenchedwith evening dew.”
3 But I had already undressedand bathed my feet.Should I dress againand get my feet dirty?
4 Then my darling's handreached to open the latch,and my heart stood still.