1. O flower of the valley, I brought a flower
For you from the meadows of Lebanon, its fragrance wafted,

2. And the flower looked lovelier with its mother,
So I carried it along and it increased its beauty,

3. And I protected it from harm on the way,
And for your eyes I made my ribs its abode,

4. And in March I brought you two together, but
How sweet you are in my heart and how sweet it is!

5. I brought you together but did not enjoy long
My intimacy with you two, alas and alas,

6. Alas for the hours of playfulness when you
Were my two flowers, its bliss and purity,

7. Alas for my soul which I left
Between the meadow and the soul where it wandered,

8. Alas for it, spurned, I lost it,
So if you two ask, did I find it?