My beloved is mine, and I am his.
He browses among the lilies.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

My beloved is mine, and I am his.
He browses among the lilies.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.