The Beloved about Her Lover: My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my lover’s and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.

Your navel is a round mixing bowl – may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.