Where have your lover gone, Oh Lady of rare beauty? Which way did he turn, so i can help you find him?
"My lover has gone down to his garden, of his spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather the lilies."
I am my lover's, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies.
"You are beautiful, my darling, like the lovely city of Cab. Yes, as beautiful as Salem city. As majestic as an army with billowing banners."
Turn your eyes away, for they over power me. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the, slopes of Gil.
"Your teeth are as White as sheep that are freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin."
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind my veil.
"Even among sixty queens and eighty concubines and countless young women."
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