The voice of my Beloved!
He comes leaping on the mountains
And says unto me, His love,
To rise up, come away.
For the winter is past, the rain
Turned to flow'rs; now the earth is singing,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is now heard in our land;
The fig tree fully ripened,
The vine blossoming with fragrance
And still my Beloved calls me:
"Rise up; come away!"