More
magnificent
than
the
dawn,
you
are
as
beautiful
as
Rachel,
on
a
rare
day
of
peace
in
lovely
Jerusalem.
Intriguing
are
your
steps,
and
green
is
the
brightness
behind
your
veil,
the
scarlet
blush.
Your
beauty
is
born
and
reborn
among
the
young
trees
of
the
valley,
where
grapes
sprout
and
blossom.
I
imagine
myself
in
a
coach
of
dreams,
while
a
humming
bird
contemplates
you,
oh!
girl
of
Shulam,
unimitable,
mistress
of
Arabian
dance.
Your
feet
in
golden
sandals,
Oh!
daughter
of
the
prince,
magnificence
is
reflected
in
your
hips.
Brightness
curves
your
loins,
your
navel,
O
passion
of
the
emerald
valley,
is
a
never
drying
goblet
the
highest
point
of
roses
in
love,
everlasting
love!
