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:
4:1 Oh,
Oh, you are beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.
Your hair is like a flock of female goats
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