7 

How neatly you trip it,

O princess mine

your thighs are swaying like links of a chai

that a master-hand has moulded;

2 

your waist is round as a goble

(ever be it filled!)

your body a bundle of whea

encircled by lilies;

3 

your breasts like a pair of fawns

twins of a roe-deer;

4 

your neck like an ivory tower

your head on it lofty as Karmel;

your eyes like the pools at Heshbon,

by the gate of that populous town;

your nose like the tower at Lebanon

that faces Damascus;

5 

your hair as glossy as purple-

its tresses hold captive your lord;

6 

“How fair, O my love!” he cries

“how delicious for love’s delight!

7 

You stand there straight as a palm,

with breasts like clusters of fruit;

8 

methinks I will climb that palm

taking hold of the boughs!

Oh may your breasts be clusters of fruit,

and your breath sweet as an apple!

9 

May your kisses be exquisite wine

that slips so smoothly down

gliding over the lips and the teeth!”

10 

I am my darling’s, and he--

he is longing for me.

11 

Come away to the fields, O my darling,

let us sleep in the blossoms of henna,

12 

and hie us at dawn to the vineyards,

to see if the vines are a-budding,

if their blossoms are open

if pomegranates bloom;

and there I will give you caresses of love,

13 

love’s apples yielding their scent,

and the fruitage of all my charms—

choice fruits, old and new,

I have kept them, my darling, for you.