The Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.

The Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.

The Beloved to Her Lover: Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved – be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges.