My own vineyard* is mine to give.
Already new life springs forth from fertile soil.
Come, my darling, my beautiful one,* 
come with me until the day breaks and the shadows flee.* 
I will open to you.* 
Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere.* 
Come away, my beloved, * 
and be like a gazelle on the spice-laden mountains.* 
Embrace me in wildfire and rain.
A shiver, a caress, 
A thousand pleasant touches along my spine,
And through my temple halls, a song!