15.10.2020
My Doe
My doe, my doe, come to my gardenThe pomegranates are in bloom and my vines have flowered
Come, my beloved, hasten your steps
Eat of the choicest fruits
If my lover’s wanderings have been extended
How shall I sit alone in my position
My doe, my doe, come to my garden
The pomegranates are in bloom and my vines have flowered
Return to me, you are the loved one
Return to me, and I shall return to you
Behold, I have with me a written word
That you shall be my dwelling place