Cantares 2

The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

Paloma mía, que estás en los agujeros de la peña, en lo escondido de escarpados parajes, muéstrame tu rostro, hazme oir tu voz; porque dulce es la voz tuya, y hermoso tu aspecto.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.