Ma Toute Belle

In the night I searched
For the one my heart loves.
In my arid garden
He made his domain,
With dew pearls
He covered my head.
My soul is all beautiful,
My beloved calls me:

Come, my beautiful one,
Come into my garden.
The winter has gone
And the vines in bloom
Exhale their scents:
Come into my garden.

I hear my beloved,
He watches at the window.
The fruits are on the fig tree,
My soul is all ready.
I await his good pleasure
He will tell me to open.
The turtledove sings,
My beloved calls me:

Come, my beautiful one... (2x)