I sleep, but my heart is awake; [It is] the voice of my beloved! He knocks, [saying,] "Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night."

Those who ate delicacies Are desolate in the streets; Those who were brought up in scarlet Embrace ash heaps.

of whom the world was not worthy. They wandered in deserts and mountains, [in] dens and caves of the earth.