You are wholly beautiful, my love,
and there is no blemish in you:
your lips drop honey like a honeycomb,
honey and milk are on your tongue;
[and] the scent of your ointments is above all other perfumes.
For now the winter is past, the rains are over, and have gone.
The flowers have appeared, the budding vines give a good smell,
and the voice of the turtle dove can be heard in our land.
Rise up, my love, make haste,
come from Lebanon: come, you shall be crowned.