Invitation to the fields and fruit
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, Its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
