How beautiful you
are, my darling. How beautiful
you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your
veil;
Your hair is like a flock of
goats;
Your teeth are like a flock of newly
shorn ewes;
Your lips are like scarlet
thread;
Your temples are like a slice of
pomegranate;
Your neck is like the Tower of
David…built with
rows of stones on which are hung a
thousand
shields. . .
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a
gazelle which feeds among the
lilies;
Your lips, my bride, drip honey and
mild under
your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments is
like the
fragrance of Lebanon . . .
Your navel is a round goblet …
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
…
Your nose is like the Tower of
Lebanon
faces toward Damascus . . .