¹⁶ I belong to my lover and he belongs to me—
        the one grazing among the lilies.
¹⁷         Before the day breeze blows
        and the shadows flee,
    turn about, my love; be like a gazelle
        or a young stag
        upon the jagged mountains.^[a]

¹⁶ I belong to my lover and he belongs to me—
        the one grazing among the lilies.
¹⁷         Before the day breeze blows
        and the shadows flee,
    turn about, my love; be like a gazelle
        or a young stag
        upon the jagged mountains.^[a]