Canto Four

How beautiful you are, young dawn! You are pure, like an angel, holy, The eyes sparkle like sparks in the darkness, There is no more beautiful lover on earth.

Your eyes are like the eyes of a dove, Eyelashes are like reeds on lakes, Curly wavy black hair They curl around like a herd of Israeli goats,

The goats that graze in the mountains of Gilead, Your teeth are like a choice herd Fat sheep shorn by the shepherd, What the father leads out of the bathhouse.

There is not one among them who is weak, hungry, There is not a single one dejected, barren, Each one leads a pair of lambs. Your lips are burning like a flame -

Your lips are like scarlet ribbons, Moments of happiness remind me Sweet, kind and soft are the lips. How beautiful, loving, pure you are!

Your cheeks are like two halves Pomegranate apples, there is no speck in them, They burn brightly from under their black curls. There are no happier kings in the East!

Slender neck, beautiful to look at - The armory pillar of the hero David, Hundreds of gilded shields on it They hang proudly and shine with fire.

These are the shields of wonderful commanders, Strong, battle-tested, dangerous. The beloved's neck is light granite, It glows with the brilliance of precious stones.

Your two sweet nipples are like twins Chamois free milk milking, I can't do without them Chamois lies among the lilies in the meadow.

The day flies away like a transparent shadow, Breathes coolness, but the heart is burning. I’ll forget everything, I’ll climb the mountain, I will find my unearthly happiness.

A hill and a mountain of myrrh await me, Calling you and me to passionate love, My heart burns, the incense burns, Closeness wishing our hearts.

You are all sweet and beautiful to the eye, There is neither spot nor blemish on you. The bride comes down from Lebanon with me, Coming down the mountain behind me.

Let's go with you from the top of Amana Through the clouds and gray mists, Let's leave the lairs of tigers and lions, From the leopard mountains through the forests the cover,

We descend from the top of Hermon, Senir. You, bride, have captivated my heart With the look of your pretty eyes And a necklace around your neck.

Your eyes are deep, like an abyss, They are gentle, good and kind, The caresses of a beloved are stronger than wine, Sweeter than deep sound sleep.

Your ointments emit incense, There are no similar scents today, Honeycomb drips from your lips, The taste of it will fill my heart.

I delight my soul with honey, I give them a warm heart, Honeycomb honey for me with milk Hidden, sister, under your tongue.

The smell of your rich clothes, Like the scents of the Lebanese peaks, You are like a closed secret garden, Where there is no turning back for me.

You are like a source of pleasant water, It is sealed securely, sister, You are like a treasured well, sister, I'm very thirsty, it's time to get drunk.

Fragrant garden, flower garden, vineyard, Your young impregnable breeding ground Full of pomegranate apples, keepers, I would eat them without limit.

Full of excellent and ripe fruits, Juicy, fragrant, purple and white: Backgammon, cinnamon, sage and calamus, Mirro, scarlet - in them there is consolation and peace.

Fragrant herbs, The smells of groves and mighty oak forests, The best Lebanese land scent Yours exudes a mysterious garden.

Pure transparent garden source, Always ready to give us something to drink, Living waters - the stream of Lebanon, A clean well, it is fresh and deep.

Let the blizzard rise from the north, A gusty sirocco blows from the south, The winds blow and the garden sways - Its scent will flow again.

Let my beloved come to his garden And he finds pleasure, as before. I will treat him with a sweet fruit, It’s nice to even think about it.