Canticle to a Lost Love ( locus classicus )
Canticle to a Lost Love
May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your expressions of endearment are better than wine.
I opened, even I to my dear one, but my dear one himself has turned away, he had passed along.
My very soul had gone out of me when he spoke. I sought him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.
My own dear one has gone down to his garden, to the garden beds of spice plants, to shepherd among the gardens, and to pick lilies.I am my dear one's,and my dear one is mine.
He is shepherding among the lilies.
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that I may behold you!
( Necy )
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