At
your
table,
I
breathe
flowers
I
taste
shades,
I
inhale
dreams,
I
hear
my
lover’s
voice,
I
walk
in
waves
of
love.
Charming
is
the
dawn,
because
it
shines
in
fragrances
of
the
most
sparkling
garden.
Rain
and
sun!
Between
bubbles
of
splendor,
my
lover’s
kiss
flies
sweetly,
she
has
the
scent
of
myrrh
and
lies
upon
my
chest.
My
lover
is
like
a
wild
flower,
her
touch
brings
me
luminous
wind
like
a
flower
of
henna,
or
like
a
flock
of
tenderness
of
the
vineyards
at
Engedi.
nearly
far
from
Hebron.
