Awake, O North wind,

come, O South wind!

Blow upon my garden,

that its perfume may spread.

Let my beloved come

to his garden and enjoy its luscious fruits!

My beloved is mine and I am his.

I have come to my garden,

my own, my bride;

I have plucked my myrrh and spice,

eaten my honey and honeycomb,

drunk my wine and milk.

I have come to my garden,

my own, my bride;

My beloved is mine and I am his.

Eat, lovers, and drink,

drink deep of love.

From the ‘Song of Solomon’