How beautiful are
your footsteps in your
sandals! How lightly
your hips move as you walk to
me, a palm tree in the breeze.
You are the daughter
of a prince, my dearest one.
How fair and pleasant
you are, O my love, with all
your delights. I treasure them.
The curves of your hips
are like precious ornaments
crafted by the hands
of one who is an artist.
They are like the finest jewels.
Your thighs, in motion,
are as the swaying of a
palm tree in the wind.
How strong yet so soft they are
when you wrap them around me.
My Beloved
You are handsome, my beloved,
Yes, and pleasant to look at.
Your hair is the deepest black,
Like the sky at midnight;
So fine and thick where it falls
Across your forehead.
Beloved, you are handsome.
I long to run my fingers
Through your hair
And feel its texture
Against my hand.
I love to gaze at your face
For you are pleasant to look at.
Your face is so wonderfully carved,
As if from marble,
Only a master artist
Could chisel your countenance so perfectly.
For you are handsome, my beloved,
Yes, and pleasant to look at.
My Love
Your eyes have overwhelmed me
With imagined sights and sounds �
Remembrances of our times together �
And I recall every soft moan � in detail �
The fine points of your glistening skin,
Your sensuous snake-like motions.
Turn your eyes away from me!
I see once more the way you writhe,
How muscles move under your skin;
I hear again your cries of pleasure.
My love, your embrace is all I need,
Your kisses satisfy more than new wine,
Your eyes distract me from worldly cares.
You are beautiful, my love,
you are beautiful:
You are a lily among thorns.
My Love, you are
as graceful as a deer
and as gentle as a dove.
You are as soft and supple
and as precious as a bolt of silk.
There is none compared to you.
Shepherd Boy
My Beloved is mine.
His flocks feed in lilies,
He leads them to clear streams.
I know that I am his.
His flocks graze in meadows.
My seal is on his arm,
He seals me in his heart;
Now his flocks are well-fed.
Wedding Girl
Today is your day,
wedding girl. No turning back.
A song of songs night
awaits you in the arms of
one who is your Beloved.
You are his Dear One;
united with him in the
Lord God who is One.
Your song of songs night is
a blessing of your shared love.
You have no need to
feel ashamed of your desire
for tonight is your
night of nights, wedding girl. Your
night to learn of love.
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All work � Shulamith Smith, 2004, unless otherwise noted.