1 If you were a baby, like my little brother nursing at his mother’s breasts, and if I found you outside, I could kiss you, and no one would say it was wrong.
2 I would lead you into my mother’s house, to the room of she who taught me. I would give you spiced wine squeezed from my pomegranate.
3 His left arm is under my head, and his right hand holds me.
4 Women of Jerusalem, promise me, don’t awaken love, don’t arouse love, until I am ready.