South Wind, come blow on me!
Blow on my heart’s green garden;
Fill it with fragrance sweet.
North Wind, arise, awaken!
South Wind, come blow on me!
Blow on my heart’s green garden;
Fill it with fragrance sweet.
Be with me ever, tasting of my love!
Would that my well-beloved would come!
Be with me ever, tasting of my love!
Rub with my hair His feet;
As on His throne He’s sitting,
Make all His house smell sweet.
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I in His shade delight.
Ripe is His fruit and sweet, which
Strengthens and cheers my heart.
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I’m Thine, and Thou art mine—
Into the fields let’s go forth,
Tasting their fruits so fine.
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Firmly upon Thine heart.
Stronger than death His love is;
Which floods cannot drown out.
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None can compare with Thee.
None on the earth I’d treasure—
No one, dear Lord, but Thee.
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