How beautiful are your sandalled feet, O prince's daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like the work of a skilled craftsman.
Your navel is a rounded goblet that never shall want for spiced wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat fenced in by lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory.
Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon, beside the gate of the crowded city.
Your nose is like towering Lebanon that looks towards Damascus.
You carry your head like Carmel; the flowing hair on your head is lustrous black, your tresses are braided with ribbons.
How beautiful, how entrancing you are, my loved one, daughter of delights!
You are stately as a palm-tree, and your breasts are the clusters of dates.
I said, 'I will climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds.'
May I find your breasts like clusters of grapes on the vine,
the scent of your breath like apricots,
and your whispers like spiced wine
flowing smoothly to welcome my caresses,
gliding down through lips and teeth.