Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
d Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant e fruits.
I f have come to my garden, my g sister, my spouse;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
h I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Eat, O i friends!
Drink, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!