How beautiful you are, my love, how fair
Your eyes are deep and true
Behind your veil of beauty rare, like doves they gaze at you
My sister, bride, you've captured me, my heart is yours alone
One single glance has set me free, no other love I've known
How sweet your love, more dear than wine, a fire that warmly glows
No valley scent is so divine as the grace your heart bestows
Your lips drop sweetness like the comb, my bright white honey's gold
In every word I find my home and wonders yet untold
The call and the answer of a grove
Wake, oh north wind, south wind, rise, amber upon my trees
That spices and myrrh may reach the skies, upon the morning breeze
Then let my lover come and stay, within his garden bower
To taste the fruits that line the way, and pluck each perfect flower
Павел Суровой. Song of Solomon 4 english
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