XIVMy dove, my beautiful one,Arise, arise!The night-dew liesUpon my lips and eyes.The odorous winds are weavingA music of sighs:Arise, arise,My dove, my beautiful one!I wait by the cedar tree,My sister, my love,White breast of the dove,My breast shall be your bed.The pale dew liesLike a veil on my head.My fair one, my fair dove,Arise, arise!
My dove, my beautiful one,Arise, arise!The night-dew liesUpon my lips and eyes.The odorous winds are weavingA music of sighs:Arise, arise,My dove, my beautiful one!I wait by the cedar tree,My sister, my love,White breast of the dove,My breast shall be your bed.The pale dew liesLike a veil on my head.My fair one, my fair dove,Arise, arise!