9. I thought, “Let me climb the date-palm!Let me take hold of its branches!Let your breasts be like clusters of the vineand the fragrance of your breath like apples,
10. And your mouth like the best wine—Wthat flows down smoothly for my lover,gliding over my lips and teeth.
11. I belong to my lover,his yearning is for me.
12. Come, my lover! Let us go out to the fields,let us pass the night among the henna.