Cantares 4

bis der Tag kühle werde und der Schatten weiche. Ich will zum Myrrhenberge gehen und zum Weihrauchhügel.

Tus labios, como un hilo de grana, y tu habla hermosa; tus sienes, como cachos de granada á la parte adentro de tus guedejas.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.