Lyrics

"Arise, my beloved, my fair one, and come!
See! The winter is past,
The rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
The season of singing has come,
The voice of the dove is heard in our lands.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;
The blossoms spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling, my fair one, and come!
[...]
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee..."
Song of Songs 2: 12-13, 17 (adapted)