The Lover to His Beloved:
8:13 O you who stay in the gardens,
my companions are listening attentively
let me be the one to
2:12 The pomegranates have appeared
the time for pruning and singing
the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The Lover to His Beloved:
2:14 O my dove,
in the hiding places of the mountain crags,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.