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The Man Speaks

I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride.
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey.
    I have drunk my wine and my milk.

The Friends Speak

Eat, friends, and drink;
    yes, drink deeply, lovers.

The Woman Dreams

I sleep, but my heart is awake.
    I hear my lover knocking.
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove, my perfect one.
My head is wet with dew,
    and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my garment
    and don’t want to put it on again.
I have washed my feet
    and don’t want to get them dirty again.

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He

I have come into my garden,(A) my sister, my bride;(B)
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
    I have drunk my wine and my milk.(C)

Friends

Eat, friends, and drink;
    drink your fill of love.

She

I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove,(D) my flawless(E) one.(F)
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
    must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
    must I soil them again?

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