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A dream

The young woman:

I slept but my mind was awake.[a]
Listen! My lover is knocking on my door!

He said, ‘Open the door for me, my dear friend.
    You are my sister,
    the perfect one that I love.
    To me you are like a beautiful dove.
Dew from the night air covers my head.
    My hair is very wet.’

I said, ‘I have taken off my day clothes.
    I do not want to dress myself again.
I have washed my feet.
    I do not want them to get dirty again.’

My lover pushed his hand through the hole in the door.
    My heart began to beat faster because he was near.

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Footnotes

  1. 5:2 The woman sleeps and she has another dream.

She

I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove,(A) my flawless(B) one.(C)
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
    must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
    must I soil them again?
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
    my heart began to pound for him.

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