YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

In my bed I sought for weeks
whom my soul loves and found it not.
I searched for it in all the town's streets
This [bad word] and found not.

The guardians that go about the city found me:
but my love and I found it not.
But I will not leave it until I will bring it into my city.
To my mother's house, to my room, to my bed.

Behold, thou art fair, my love;
thy lips are like a thread of scarlet.
Thy teeth are white like the light of the moon.
Who is [bad word] up from the desert from a far land
travelling upon the wing of a large bird?
arriving to my house.

Behold, thou art fair, my love
I'm stolen from your who eyes that consume me
like the fires of the flame.
Who is [bad word] up from the desert from a far land
travelling upon the wing of a large bird?
arriving to my house.