I shaked when I hear your voice,
Though your beginning is always sweet,
But I felt so pitied when I gat to your middle-part,talkless of the end that no one knows.
At the end, upon my bed by night,
I sought her whom my soul loves;
I sought her day and night,dawn and evening, winter and summer.
But found her not,I called her but she gave no answer,
I went to the streets to look for her,but found her not,
I told the street guards to look for her but all is in vain.
I sat in my room crying all day, thinking of my beautiful one;
Behold,you are beautiful,my love,
Your eyes are whites as crystal,
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing,
As an apple tree among the trees of the wood,so is my beloved among young ladies,
With great delight I sat in her shadow,and her fruit was sweet in mouth.
After much thought about whom my soul loves,
Suddenly,I heard the voice of my beloved,
Knocking at the gate of my heart,
Behold,she comes,Leaping upon the mountains,
Behold, there she stands behind my wall,
Gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice,
My beloved speaks and says to me:
"Arise,my love,my fair one,and come away;
For lo,the winter is past,the rain is over and gone"
Then, I said to her"let me see your face,let me hear your sweet voice,and your voice is comely".
At last, when I found her whom my soul loves,
I held her,and would not let her go until I had brought her into my mother's house.
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