1 I wish you were like my brotherwho fed at my mother’s breasts.If I found you outside,I would kiss you,and no one would look down on me.
2 I would lead you and bring youto my mother’s house;she is the one who taught me.I would give you a drink of spiced winefrom my pomegranates.
3 My lover’s left hand is under my head,and his right arm holds me tight.
4 Women of Jerusalem,promise not to awakenor excite my feelings of loveuntil it is ready.
5 Who is this coming out of the desert,leaning on her lover?I woke you under the apple treewhere you were born;there your mother gave birth to you.
6 Put me like a seal on your heart,like a seal on your arm.Love is as strong as death;jealousy is as strong as the grave.Love bursts into flamesand burns like a hot fire.