My lover speaks to me.

Come then, my love,

My darling, come with me.

The winter is over, the rains have stopped,

In the countryside the flowers are in bloom.

This is the time for singing;

The song of doves is heard in the fields.

Figs are beginning to ripen;

The air is fragrant with blossoming vines.

Come then, my love;

My darling, come with me.