How fair and how pleasant
you are, O love, for delights!
Unveil as wantons will.
Drop
your robes of green, your robes of gold.
Reveal to me your nakedness.
Stretch out your white limbs, tremble in
the air.
There is no skin so smooth, so cool to my
touch.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory.
Come, my beloved, let us
go forth into the field.
How fair and how pleasant are you, O love,
for delights!
My beloved is white and ruddy,
Come for me Beloved.
Awake, O north wind; and
come now south; blow upon my garden,
Blow away care and garment.
Reveal now beauty cruel and kind wind.
That the spices thereof may flow out.