Oh, You are Beautiful, My Love
|Oh, you are beautiful, my love!
Oh, you are beautiful!
Your eyes are like doves.
Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved;
Indeed, pleasant! Indeed, our couch is green.
|Rise up, my love, my beauty,
And come away for now;
The winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing is come.
His left hand is under my head,
And His right hand embraces me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field,
Not to rouse up or awaken my love
Until she pleases.