Cantares 2

Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.

Hasta que apunte el día, y huyan las sombras, tórnate, amado mío; sé semejante al gamo, ó al cabrito de los ciervos, sobre los montes de Bether.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.