My Dove My Beautiful One

My dove, my beautiful one,

Arise, arise!

The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes.

The odorous winds are weaving A music of sighs:

Arise, arise,

My dove, my beautiful one!

I wait by the cedar tree,

My sister, my love,

White breast of the dove,

My breast shall be your bed.

The pale dew lies Like a veil on my head.

My fair one, my fair dove,

Arise, arise!