1 Oh, I wish you were my brother,who nursed at my mother’s breasts.Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching,and no one would criticize me.
2 I would bring you to my childhood home,and there you would teach me.I would give you spiced wine to drink,my sweet pomegranate wine.
3 Your left arm would be under my head,and your right arm would embrace me.
4 Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,not to awaken love until the time is right.
5 Who is this sweeping in from the desert,leaning on her lover?I aroused you under the apple tree,where your mother gave you birth,where in great pain she delivered you.