My dove, my beautiful one,     Arise, arise!     The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes.

The odorous winds are weaving     A music of sighs:     Arise, arise, My dove, my beautiful one!

I wait by the cedar tree,     My sister, my love,     White breast of the dove, My breast shall be your bed.

The pale dew lies     Like a veil on my head.     My fair one, my fair dove, Arise, arise!