How beautiful you
are, my darling. How beautiful
Your eyes are like doves behind your
Your hair is like a flock of
Your teeth are like a flock of newly
Your lips are like scarlet
Your temples are like a slice of
Your neck is like the Tower of
rows of stones on which are hung a
shields. . .
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a
gazelle which feeds among the
Your lips, my bride, drip honey and
And the fragrance of your garments is
fragrance of Lebanon . . .
Your navel is a round goblet …
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Your nose is like the Tower of
faces toward Damascus . . .