A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed.

a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow.

Together in the Garden of Love

She

Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.

He

I came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk.

Others

Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love!

Together in the Garden of Love

She

My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.

He

O you who dwell in the gardens, with companions listening for your voice; let me hear it.