¹⁶ Stir, north wind, and come, south wind!
        Blow upon my garden;
        let its perfumes flow!

Let my love come to his garden;
        let him eat its luscious fruit!

5 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride!
I have gathered my myrrh and my spices.
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Eat, dear friends!
Drink and get drunk on love!

⁹ You have captured my heart, my sister,^[a] my bride!
        You have captured my heart with one glance from your eyes,
        with one strand of your necklace.

¹⁰ I belong to my lover,
        and his longing is only for me.