my dove, my beautiful one,
arise, arise!
the night-dew lies
upon my lips and eyes.
the odorous winds are weaving
a music of sighs:
arise, arise,
my dove, my beautiful one!
i wait by the cedar tree,
my sister, my love,
white breast of the dove,
my breast shall be your bed.
the pale dew lies
like a veil on my head.
my fair one, my fair dove,
arise, arise!
