The Beloved to the Maidens:
1:5 I am dark but lovely, O maidens
dark
lovely
1:6 Do not stare at me because
for
My brothers
they made me the keeper of the vineyards.
Alas, my own vineyard
The Beloved to Her Lover:
1:7 Tell me, O you whom my heart
where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat?
Tell me lest
beside the flocks of your companions!
The Lover to His Beloved:
1:8 If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
simply follow the tracks of my flock,
and pasture your little lambs
beside the tents of the shepherds.