I will sing the song of songs, till death
saying;
How beautiful you are,
Your eyes are dove,
Your lips are grapes,
Your arms are rod of golds,
Your legs are glistening,
And your breast I clung,

Listen! my lover,
Among the trees of Eden,
Your taste; delightful that you lost men to sin,
Jezebel in appearance,
Deborah in strength; Esther in beauty,
Look! There's the pride of Barbados,
You are my rose of Sharon,
Listen! my lover,
Above we dwell; below we live; beneath we strive,
Your love surpasses the knowledge of men,
And your face covers the earth,
The king's find delight in You,
But your spell break their loins,
That you may keep yourself,
Holy and pure before me!

My lover!
Why do I find great knowledge in you,
Why do I clung to your warmth,
Weakness you say is bliss!
In the face of love?
Oh! why thousands fall at my right,
Tens of thousands at your left,
Beloved!
Sing your hymns admist sorrow,
That my flight may rust,