Song.6.2

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Song.6.2

Never mind. My lover is already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms.

Song.6.2

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

Song.6.2

My beloved has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.