The Lover to His Beloved: O you who stay in the gardens, my companions are listening attentively for your voice; let me be the one to hear it!

I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.

May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.