1. Ask the cups of wine, did they touch her mouth?
And ask the breeze, did it caress her cheeks?

2. She stayed in the garden watering me with her purity,
Not for the drink nor for the rose's scent replenished her.

3. No harm if my cup were her pillow,
Or if she quenched my thirst with the warmth of her affection.

4. Gentle as milk, the breeze wraps around her,
And bends beneath the branches, clasping her to its chest.

5. Her talk is magic, though it is but melody
That flowed from David's mouth, so he sang it.

6. The dove of the valley is distraught with yearning for her,
And beyond the darkness, longing whispers her name.

7. She tossed her neck in the night defiantly, and flung
At it an ear, while her eyes wandered lost within.

8. And longing returned her to loved ones, so she rose
Crying out, calling to them sometimes in her plaints.

9. O neighbor of the valley, the days of love are gone
Like a dream. Oh the days of love, sigh.