Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,1 come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir,2 the summit of Hermon,3 from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;4 you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.510
How delightful6 is your love7, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine,8 and the fragrance of your perfume9 than any spice!
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue.10 The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.1112
You are a garden12 locked up, my sister, my bride;13 you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.1413
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates15 with choice fruits, with henna16 and nard,
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,17 with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh18 and aloes19 and all the finest spices.2015
You area a garden21 fountain,22 a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.