My Beloved lifts up his voice,
he says to me,
Come then, my love,
my lovely one, come.
For see, winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the Earth.
The season of glad songs has come,
the cooing of the dove is heard in our land.
Come then, my love,
my lovely one, come.
My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock,
in the coverts of the cliff,
Show me your face,
let me hear your voice.,
for your voice is sweet
and your being is beautiful.
My Beloved is mine and I am his.
Before the dawn wind rises,
before the shadows flee,
return! Be, my Beloved,
On my forever thoughts at night,
I