Look up, you gates! Rise up, you eternal doors! Then the majestic king will enter!

Look up, you gates! Rise up, you eternal doors! Then the majestic king will enter!

Blessed is the one who listens to me, watching at my doors day by day, waiting beside my doorway.

Do not rely on a friend; do not trust a companion! Don’t even share secrets with the one who lies in your arms!

On a bare hill raise a signal flag, shout to them, wave your hand, so they might enter the gates of the princes!

The Beloved about Her Lover: I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved: “Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”