1. Oh, I wish you were my brother,who nursed at my mother’s breasts.Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching,and no one would criticize me.
2. I would bring you to my childhood home,and there you would teach me.I would give you spiced wine to drink,my sweet pomegranate wine.
3. Your left arm would be under my head,and your right arm would embrace me.
4. Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,not to awaken love until the time is right.
5. Who is this sweeping in from the desert,leaning on her lover?I aroused you under the apple tree,where your mother gave you birth,where in great pain she delivered you.