1LOVER: I come into my garden, my sister, my promised bride, I pick my myrrh and balsam, I eat myhoney and my honeycomb, I drink my wine and my milk. POET: Eat, friends, and drink, drink deep, my dearestfriends. 2BELOVED: I sleep, but my heart is awake. I hear my love knocking. 'Open to me, my sister, my beloved,my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my hair with the drops of night.' 3-'I have taken off my tunic, am I to put it on again? I have washed my feet, am I to dirty them again?' 4My love thrust his hand through the hole in the door; I trembled to the core of my being. 5Then I got up to open to my love, myrrh ran off my hands, pure myrrh off my fingers, on to the handle ofthe bolt. 6I opened to my love, but he had turned and gone. My soul failed at his flight, I sought but could not findhim, I cal ed, but he did not answer. 7The watchmen met me, those who go on their rounds in the city. They beat me, they wounded me, theytook my cloak away from me: those guardians of the ramparts! 8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you should find my love, what are you to tel him? -That I amsick with love! 9CHORUS: What makes your lover better than other lovers, O loveliest of women? What makes yourlover better than other lovers, to put us under such an oath? 10BELOVED: My love is fresh and ruddy, to be known among ten thousand. 11His head is golden, purest gold, his locks are palm fronds and black as the raven. 12His eyes are like doves beside the water-courses, bathing themselves in milk, perching on a fountain-rim. 13His cheeks are beds of spices, banks sweetly scented. His lips are lilies, distil ing pure myrrh. 14His hands are golden, rounded, set with jewels of Tarshish. His bel y a block of ivory covered withsapphires. 15His legs are alabaster columns set in sockets of pure gold. His appearance is that of Lebanon,unrival ed as the cedars. 16His conversation is sweetness itself, he is altogether lovable. Such is my love, such is my friend, Odaughters of Jerusalem.