1. Would that you were a brother to me,nursed at my mother’s breasts!If I met you out of doors, I would kiss youand none would despise me.
2. I would lead you, bring you to my mother’s house,where you would teach me,Where I would give you to drinkspiced wine, my pomegranate juice.
3. His left hand is under my head,and his right arm embraces me.
4. I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,do not awaken or stir up loveuntil it is ready!
5. D? Who is this coming up from the desert,leaning upon her lover?W Beneath the apple tree I awakened you;there your mother conceived you;there she who bore you conceived.