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!