O I am my beloved's and his desire's for me
Come my beloved, let's go into the fields
Lodging in the villages, gazing let us see
Vineyards where abundant fruit does yield
There I'll give you my love, for the vineyards, early rise up
Let us see if the vine has budded, if the blossom is open
If the pomegranates are in bloom, I'll give you my love
Mandrakes give their fragrance forth, and over all our doors
Are all the choice fruits, new as well as old
These my beloved, I have stored up, on you to outpour
Fragrant as the love that we behold
There I'll give you my love, for the vineyards, early rise up
Let us see if the vine has budded, if the blossom is open
If the pomegranates are in bloom, I'll give you my love
Yesterday's labor was lost at your feet
Now in love's union our field is the world and our labor exudes a fragrance sweet
Fledgling eyes could only see how he belonged to me
Over keeping my own vineyard I obsessed
Selfish grasping passed away, now my heart is free
O I am his, and in our work we rest
There I'll give you my love, for the vineyards, early rise up
Let us see if the vine has budded, if the blossom is open
If the pomegranates are in bloom, I'll give you my love
There I'll give you my love, in the early morning rise up
Let us see if the vine has budded, if the blossom is open
If the pomegranates are in bloom, I'll give you my love